Smells of Time - Steve Coel



Scratches jotted on car door handles
Steve Coel

You always walks ahead
so you can 
keep eyes
on his back.
Even now,
now when you's
both been outside 
six months.
And you's still both wearing
trademark greys 
with parallel pockets
that hide your newest shanks
which, like all bad habits,
is difficult to break.

Of course we sees
your interesting walk
straightaway.
Looks like
you's both walking
at the same pace.
But you isn't.
Is trick
you needs to learn
and practice.
Brings unneeded attention
if you looks 
like you's running.
Which you is really.
Even so, you's brave.
Got to be round this way.

Thing is
you's both got to try
harder to stop
being this stupid.
Although, fair does,
everyone knows
two heads is better than one.
So well done there.
Is clear peoples got
to break you up
if they's going
to get better deal
than you.
And that's 
how it always starts.
Always.

Takes three
to break two
and four
to break three
and so on.
Is how wars start.
So: twos
easier to deal with.
Trust like.



Smells of Time [ v.2 ]
Steve Coel

In you comes -
in your sad seven year old
ironic tracksuit
and pair of box fresh.

In you comes -
looking up deals
on the board
behind the counter
which, we knows, show
same best day
as last time, last week, last month.

In you comes -
doing quick sums
and ordering a dozen shots
with your release money
before giving each away
to punters who ain't interested.

In you comes -
barely missed
and completely blitzed
just another forgotten
madman.

In you comes -
...a madman bent by routine
...a madman twisted by addiction
...a madman caught in the to and fro 
   of the outside which has turned its back
   and good riddance.

In you comes-
...a madman smelling of time.


Notes:
...just talking to you. You smells of time, 
cork floors and small town county court rooms.

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