Mark A. Fisher

no one else sees

something stares out of a cracked sky

it’s something no one else seems to see

so I simply pretend there is nothing there

I drift down all the crowded streets

my eyes darting down and to each side

something stares out of a cracked sky

I never mention the thing that watches

I learned long ago to avoid the looks

it’s something no one else seems to see

the peering seems to look straight through

down into the deepest depths of me

so I simply pretend there is nothing there