After the Credits

After the credits I guess I would go on
to run down a long, spare road
eventually end up of course
confused between two towns
out of breath & money,
tugging a disconnected payphone
kicking a half pint of semiskimmed
over the side of the road

England is one big set
all ugly, weird, historical
it looks like pennies &
tiredness grows in the
pavement with the moss
even on TV
there’s just a cloudy
zebra crossing & a
corner shop
at night

Fresh air is
mired in peat here
& you sprint so
it tastes a bit
clearer