From the house of God.

Brown slush crunch

weaving through kings’ parade

and modest protests

for Tuesday lunch

Nkoko and me.

At St. Michael’s

carrot coriander olive warmth

carefree ascent with steaming bowls

around wooden spirals

in the house of God

we laugh in howls.

Of butchers, babies, heads

lost thumbprints

fast old eyes

crocodiles and dancing bears;

The truth about timidity,

respect and gratitude.

Stones uncontained--

like Gandhi and roses

fitting tributes ,

some white ginger others  watery green

with soft bites of walnut brownie.

Talk of

systemic sucked vitality

the vulgarity of poverty

Animal’s people

A fine balance

the security of predictability

the hilarity of systems

general, profound perversity.

Walk to sainsburys,

spotting seagull with broken wing

following seagull with broken wing

finding people  for seagull with broken wing

meeting

parting

helping.

Apples for 97 pence

kisses for free.

He watches all with a stub warming his bleeding finger

I stop.

Return

offer

…for free.

Spent with spontaneity

finally!

Happiness!!

Sms.

Put down seagull with broken wing

but we can’t save them all

can we?