A SONNET FOR: SUTTON COMMON STATION
Sometimes the heart stays stuck like a limpet
Onto a rock struck by sea, rain and sun
And remains still to whatever may singe it.
To what is owed such persistence? Hate? Love?
If this is love, it's purely happenstance,
Cos if offered London's bright lights,
One way ticket, I'd jump at the chance:
In it's twilight, little Britain infights.
But I'm here, suckered to the same station.
I missed the last. Mates went and got on it.
So like the widow that's this Great nation,
I'll endure titled irony: "a sonnet". #poem #poetry #sonnet #fgs #bottomburp #london #art