Escape from London

A picture on the telly reminds me and I’m walking along the street, up the stairs, along the platform and the isle, settle on badly patterned chewing gum seats and watch the smoggy air diminish And I feel it as they leave my body, seep away from me gradually, the ties that bind and grasp and clamour for constant attention take a break, and disembark somewhere near Woking When the colours change from grey to green and supple shades, and the jagged edges begin to soften, flow and creep along the edges of my vision I know I’m heading home, and Christ but it’s been a while