Being No One


You saw me at the airport.

I looked a good sport,

but that idiom does not exist in your mother tongue.


Your plane just in from somewhere.

1¸ 5 don't go.

I’m not sure why you’d want to live around here.


You laugh and talk of money.

I want to take you home.

Don’t waste your cash on zone 1 rent, love.


It always starts with cleaning work.

It always ends in tears.

What would your mother make of Stockwell?


It’s the same old story:

a new life, but it sounds familiar.

A new life, but it’s like the old one.


And on the forms that you fill in

they ask of future plans.

But we’ve only one ambition,

and it’s being no one.