It rains half the night and
The blocked gutter keeps me awake
Water running through my head
Will people understand my book?
Why do things you write with a serious heart
Seem to turn into jokes later?
The world wants to laugh at you
Most particularly when you are being earnest
On a night like this I wonder
Will the smoglodytes catch Theo?
In fact the smogs have escaped from me
From the stereotype I wanted to give them
I wanted them to be a creeping mass,
A murk like tonight where there is no escape
From the running of the rain
But I came to see them closer –
See their faces and their hopes
It made you realise that every enemy
We have ever been told to fight
Has lovely children
And dads that smile when they get home
Today I’m back to work in London
Ready to lose myself in the city’s gloom