Cracks




I’ve known a lot of people in my time
Hugged strangers in the street
For no other reason than my arms were cold.

Seen them laugh and seen them fall
Seen their hearts dart in between
I’ve fallen with them, with the boot upon my chin
I’ve been the forklift
Up and over the toxic sad canal.

I’ve known a lot of people in my time
Kissed strangers in the street
For no other reason than my lips were on fire.

And all I’ve ever cared to see
In their eyes restless brown blue eyes
Beyond the blinking tube lights in the Underground
Was the crack in the dark mirror
Where we both knew
We knew just a bit more as we
Where we knew just a bit less as I.

Subincontinentia – under the surface in India and other domains

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writer and eternal optimist
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