Perhaps you are the statue
and I am the one unmoved.

A uniform almost Mexican type wave of coughs and grunts shunt down platform five.

Oh to be in England now that Monday's here.

Even the canned music sounds colder today
Campbell's rambles on in Warhols
head
and we're being led down darkened
tunnels.

According to the advert
in thirty minutes give or take
I could be in Stanstead
take a break
get on a plane
be in Spain
by ten.


I could but I won't be.

If advertising wants to work
it should do my job.

Liverpool street and no one moves
Bank
St. Paul's
Chancery lane and
once again
nobody moves

Perhaps we'll all be statues
in the end.