Oh
little town of Altrincham
I see you hiding there
where shops are closed
and men are dosed
with feelings of despair,

but in the mills that once stood
where
an Asda store stands now
a baby's crying in a pram
don't think that it's jesus
somehow.

ps. Altrincham we love you really.

Come to Me

For shelter. For love.
Come to me when you are in
dire straits -when you
are as hollow as a shell. When you are but an echo of your former self.
Shapeless. Hapless. Forgotten.
Come to me.
I will wait
for you
in the shadows of your soul.

In this salon of sobriety
I feel like
someone's got their eye
on me

think I'll pay the bill and leave.