Chapel Ash # 24

Lord, guide my feet at the end of the street,

is it heaven or is it hell? 

Seeking salvation down on my knees

or will I be saved by the Bell?

Chapel Ash # 23

Ay up! The gaffers are on their way, 

there can be no mishap, 

for we’ll all have bloody hell to pay 

if the beer’s no good in the Brewery Tap!

Chapel Ash # 22

Fibres float, framed 
in sun’s bitter infiltration, 
settle

insignificant, silently 
insinuate, unsettle 

each 

labourer’s 

poor 

belaboured 

breath

Chapel Ash # 21

Amorous? Us? No Officer, I swear 

we were just waiting 

for the bus. 

Her hands? Down there? 

Honest, she was 

helping me, searching 

for my fare!

Chapel Ash # 20

What spell has relocated oil and gouache?

Drawn charcoal pencils here to Chapel Ash?

Kept the wrongtown sign, 

confusing people as they pass?

Chapel Ash # 19

The shanty town of shrubs will go, give way to 

aisles of produce that serve a different taste,

not nettle nursery food and a buddleia buffet

Chapel Ash # 18

Low Rider, Easy Rider? old school hardtail, 

Softail, Sportster, retro Road King, 

Sharknose Touring, 

Ultimate Electra Glide 

always...in Blue

Chapel Ash # 17

Ellen shunned the shallow, empty pose, 

chose to fill her days with verses grave-and-gay, 

finding ways to reinvent her hometown in her prose.

Chapel Ash # 16

Boarded, yes, but boring, no, 

look up and travel back in time, 

play noughts and crosses with the windows, 

or scrabble with the tattered sign

Chapel Ash # 15

No Champagne but there’s a nice 

Pink Fizz, Vin Rose and Cherry Wine, 

also a variety of whites, not dry but 

paint them on and give them time!

Chapel Ash # 14

Coo! Are you new to Wolverhampton? 
Need a place to squat and raise some squabs?

Charles Clark Building Chapel Ash, 

find us on lateroosts.com

Chapel Ash # 13

Silent shelves wait with bated 

dusty breath, fading pages whisper 

as ghost books spill their 
spirit words, sighing into 
the readerless void.

Chapel Ash # 12

Lonely sky tree, cold roots 

roof bound, weeps 

for soft ground, looking on 

a sea of faces, recognising 

isolation, loss and 

need. 

Dislocation.

Chapel Ash # 11

Can’t stop, chrome chair, sit there, refuel, 

quick break, coffee and teacake.  

How’s about a cuppa tea, a nice comfy settee? 

Sit back. Relax.