I See Dead People

“Your work is cliché”

Your teacher told you that

Years ago

You haven’t changed

How trite, how simple

Begging for attention

Is all one can say about

“I See Dead People”

 

But I do

 

I see gaunt lifeless faces

Faded eyes timelessly open

I see a beautiful woman

With a bullet through her forehead

(too much tv)

I see a young boy covered in dirt

Frightened to death

Alone and in the dark

Only he’s not dead

 

Not yet

 

More drugs

Less fever

Time will tell

Stay tuned

(how cliché’)