Rust on Cloth [ 2019 ]
Steve Coel
Rust On Cloth
Steve Coel
The Right Shadow
Daytime Hideaways [ v.2 ]
Owl Eye Brown
Rust on Cloth
Spare Change for Twisted Feet
Cracked Smile
No Paths
The Right Shadow
Grey, when you's staying
at Clink Hotel.
Black, when you returns home
to no fixed address.
Each casts
the right shadow,
makes you invisible.
Makes you useful.
Daytime Hideaways [ v.2 ]
In back spaces
unseen from roads
and rear view mirrors,
between rubble
and broken glass,
shaking hands
are being shaken.
Here
tracksuits are worn
to hide shape,
weapons,
sex.
And trade
is invisible,
unknown.
Owl Eye Brown
With stick on smiles
all owl eye brown
girls look down
long avenues
of car metal
gutter full
with wish and dream,
as;in hastily bought clothes;
their tattered boyfriends
hustle shadow money
from grey figures
in barely lit parks.
This place,
a simple place
empty of mirth,
hope and future.
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You walks along
striding lengths
of vacant brick
where even today
you never sees
new cars.
And sliding pass
pub windows
that shield
sun and rain
and bad dreams
you gets
the full
yeasty blast
of damp cloth
and old men
sharing lies
over warm beer
and brown fingers.
Spare Change for Twisted Feet
People
you wants,
needs,
is every time
busy.
Is why
you's
visiting
Clink Hotel.
Is truth.
Cracked Smile
Like
two coins
rubbed clear
your cracked smile
is a daily reminder
of the
last fight
30 years ago.
No Paths
Here,
where young people
never return
and there are no paths,
is the place
language comes to die
and old people
stop to watch
lost cars
race past.
Rust on Cloth: available on request from An 11.59 Publication
Rust on Cloth
Steve Coel
An 11.59 Publication
