Dark, wandering glances
Distant recognitions
Below smiles of contempt
Musty lights flickering
Cold metal unwelcoming seat
Cars whistling by
Slow cordial announcement
Confirming delayed trains
Plum voices expressing distaste
That this isn’t London
The outskirts, suburbia
Closed curtains, locked rooms
Sheltering from the outside
Locking into security
Comfort, a world where
Nothing happens
Safety, Ikea Furniture
Small cars, Sky TV
Microwave meals, housewives
children, nappies, dishwashers
Sterile, whitewashed walls,
Brick outlines, cardboard cut outs
Identity lost
A continuous copying of others
In the determination to escape
Too scared we stay indoors
Close our minds, our hearts
Relaxing in the warmth of
Loveless Marriage
Dinner at six, cake at three
Eastenders, Neighbours
American Films
Watching others,
We punish ourselves
Loveless
Lonely
Insecure
We close the doors
We stay inside