November Spider Night

Christmas tinsel overhead

I go for free food and questionprobes

To the Minted Methodist Church.

The to the scrag end of Denise Moulds

Social worker ukulele group

Where no one knows the trad tune 'four strong winds'

I grab instrument tuning key of irony

Singing turning to the main crowd in the bigger room

'we all love Denise'.

I walk to the bus stop 

bussses all spent, homeward went

so on ward to my peace shop in New Bridge Street

Yankee folkie lyrics forming

'now politics she's an angry man, and faith is pie in the sky if you can/

but good politics she's a loyal maid and a Christian soldier is never afraid.

whoa peace.

Clustering on the ground

coke head street spiders huddle their words and mobiles

a dog to each group

unaware that I stand behind them for ten minutes...

In St Stephens

a community night boss inside chats to squaddies

out in the air.

Home from from home!

the Peace shop

Kettle on

Radio peals back my moods 

till slow dawn home.