The crazy people,
they always smile at me.
I can spot them.
It's an overall thing.
We have an instinct to spot them quickly
but some of us are numb.
Big beaming smiles of knowing recognition,
large, lolloping, jolting, body knowing contact.
I realise of course that they might think I'm one of them,
when they're smiling,
passing me they think,
the crazy people, they always smile at me.