just a motorway

sprawled out across the country

cities flashing by

occasionally you make a turn

and once or twice you hide

lying in your tarmac sheets

your eight lane black top wide

car trails in an underpass

do you ever think of me

while I’m going for a ride

it’s alright to tell me

we know each other well

there are bits of you that feel OK

but parts of you feel hell

when your skin is breaking up

there are cavities inside

when they rip your barriers out

do you ever feel unkind

sometimes you can never sleep

the lights are always on

elsewhere its dark and lonely

where is it you call home

people say they hate you

but they use you all the same

I wonder if you feel at all

do you even know your name?

driving through the driving rain

watching the cats eyes flash by

I want to go from end to end

because your asphalt never dies

even when my car’s outside

I know you’re always there for me

and whether I come to see you

or not you just don’t care

you’re an environment catastrophe

and it’s getting worse every day

but it’s not your fault we are to blame

you are just a motorway

This entry was published on March 1, 2012 at 1:00 am. It’s filed under London, Photography, Poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

3 thoughts on “just a motorway

  1. that’s a nice homage to the motorway — and a very arresting photo too!

  2. Brilliant image Malcolm!

  3. Great gritty image and a brilliant piece of poetry. What a clever idea.

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