Trading Places
Steve Coel
Half Stolen Buildings [ v.7 ]
Steve Coel
In regulation daytime armour
cracking with coarse whispers
and yesterdays broken promise,
the young girl pushes
her vape shadowed carrier
past steamed up pub windows.
Her world is the High Street,
where each day
a bitter grey tide
shambles downhill
towards abandoned blue churches
and disappearing city light.
And it is here
plastic shoes will slap
into one off needles
that litter fishless gutters
and where even on dry days,
the pavement is damp.
Steve Coel
An 11.59 Publication
