Fake World
The whole world looked fake today like it was all just a movie on a screen the wind blew the leaves far to perfect and the smoke from my cigarette danced in it’s liquid illusion Cancerous smoke from the tip watch it spin and twirl
Too perfectly.
Have I been set up? Am I just not allowed in on the joke? Is there a script I’m supposed to know? Or is this god playing with her Sims again seeing just how much it takes before I go completely crazy
Even now, staring at the screen counting how many times the cursor blinks as I think of what line comes next It doesn’t feel normal It doesn’t feel like the same thing I’ve done for a year now vomited words, but they don’t look like mine and I wonder what better poet I’m ripping off
I stop in the middle of the sidewalk as the revelation that maybe nothing’s real takes hold with eagle talons Tear at my skin, right through my heart Trickles blood down my back
The whole world looked fake today
