The silver slide.


Doors closing,
lift going down

sounds like directions
to an old
Northern Town.

There's not much old now
and somehow
it doesn't seem right

seems to me they want to
paint the night white and
call it a day

if you get what you pay for
the door still closes, the lift
still goes down
and you still get directions to
an old Northern Town

Fish from the quays with
chips for your teas
not forgetting a dollop
of green mushy peas

talking past tense
over
the small garden
fence

Pegs on the clothes line
gabbing away
having a fine time.

Doors closing
lift going down
throwing up motives
for memories of
an old Northern
town.