Empty Corners - Steve Coel

High Congregation

Steve Coel

Empty Corners

Steve Coel

Stepping away from the street

through a broken 

broad open two door,

you painfully walk

into a high congregation

of brown paper

and leather.

Once inside

along each damp tired wall

you discover anointed paint

quietly peeling,

and unclean fragile carpet

frayed by disappointment,

falling into

gloomy empty corners

stacked high with rotting chairs.

Steve Coel

An 11.59 Publication

The Proposal - Steve Coel

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Steve Coel

The Proposal

Steve Coel

Cut

into bitter wet stone

by masters of dead trades,

your life story.

Brief like you

words torn from broken parents

target the elders,

who created your passing.

Steve Coel

An 11.59 Publication

Heavy Locks - Steve Coel

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Steve Coel

Heavy Locks

Steve Coel

Quarrels echo

across the yard

toward

a large watery gate.

Grey

figures turn

hiding their hands

and run,

as animals scatter

with the wind

that howls.

Down the hill

women gather

and men glare

behind vast whiskers

in photographs

of heavy locks,

that fasten decisions

from the outside.

Steve Coel

An 11.59 Publication

Middle Lane Birds - Steve Coel

The Mercy Path

Steve Coel

Middle Lane Birds

Steve Coel

Along hidden

grassed up middle lane

birds swoop as insects

skirt and skit.

Time here is held in place

by bells

distant with summer

brown and crinkled blue.

Steve Coel

An 11.59 Publication