“SURBITON” 14 December 2002

Come my love
let us go
to a place the world does not know
a place without desks
without old cream telephones
without voicemail that follows us
wherever we go

we walk through this world
crawl through the shit
traffic stalled
and rain falls like piss
we wait on platforms
and dream of escape
from ill fitting suits

and commuter trains
from Friday night clubs
trying to find out peoples names
and then its back to the desk
and a prayer to a non-existent Lord
there is only work and rest
and a meagre monthly reward

submerged in debt
with a 64 square foot demise
of evil old ladies gossip
and deceit in their little empire
with faithless kisses
upon lying lips
in every mortgaged home

we live our lives
in the shadow of works eclipse
we place love at the altar
and hope for a better life than this
the love we make
gives the world its beauty
gives a young child her name

we pray for the War
to bomb away the rubble and the shit
we pray to a non-existent Lord
for something other than this.