Rust on Cloth
Steve Coel
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
you gets the full
yeasty blast
of damp cloth
and old men
sharing lies
over warm beer
and brown fingers.
heb deitl
Steve Coel
Owl Eye Brown
Steve Coel
With stick on smiles
all owl eye brown
young girls look down
long avenues
of car metal
gutter full
with wish and dream. As,
in hastily bought clothes
tattered boyfriends
hustle shadow money
from grey figures
in barely lit parks.
This place
is their place,
a simple place
empty of mirth
hope and future.
heb deitl
Steve Coel
Steve Coel
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