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.
Single Thread*
[ The Proposal / Empty Corners ]
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 damp tired walls
you discover anointed paint
quietly peeling,
and unclean fragile carpet
frayed by disappointment,
falling into
gloomy empty corners.
High Congregation
[ The Proposal / Empty Corners ]
Steve Coel
Steve Coel
An 11.59 Publication
* Footnote:
Our life hangs on a single thread
It soon is out and we are dead.
Just like a flower I was up at dawn
A day passed by and I was gone.
Then boast not reader of thy might,
Alive at noon and dead at night.
