Cracked Concrete

Hey mo-fo
Before you break bad on me
coming back into my game
remembering the slim times we shared
As we stood upon the street corner
listening to discordant palpitations
of the moving life around us
No one knows what we seen and done
in the pursuit of paying rent
to prevent our dilution
People just slid by us
enveloped in a technological haze
that reflected the blue-white light from their pupils
It dripped off of them in forgotten strands
effervescing through forever
into the cracked concrete

Poetry by Mark Slauter

Photo by Adam Strong

Mark currently lives in Virginia with his wife and two cats. The Diary Of A Novice Investor: The Bullet Train To Wealth Left When? was published in 2017. Recent story publications include Shark Week: An Ocean Anthology (July 2021) [How Manta Ray Was Created] and Goats Milk Magazine (Aug 2021) [Anliquitzchan]. His digital art has appeared in The Bookends Review, Goats Milk Magazine, and Nocturne Magazine. He is a member of the James River Writers group in Richmond, VA.