But Don’t You Wish To Get Away & Wonder How? - Poem by Mark Heathcote
At times I’d like to lift a manhole cover
And disappear into that darkness below
I’d leave the vulgar city to its thunder
Glass tower its daily squalor, vertigo.
I could live in one of them air raid shelters
No one here at street level would have to know
Here live in splendour away from the oppressors
Turn those old HQ quarters into a chateau.
There I’ll live by the subterranean canal
Without debt or censors milking the cash cow
Okay, these thoughts and wishes are all banal.
But don’t you wish to get away & wonder how?
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