Too many daytime hideaways
are in backspaces
unseen from roads
and rear view mirrors.
Here, torn feral shoes
will once more be shredded
by rubble and broken glass
and shaking hands
will again be shaken
between tracksuits,
worn to hide
shape, weapons and sex.
But tomorrow you will return
because it is the place
where real trade
remains invisible
and ignored.
[ Previously published : Torn Shoes - Steve Coel ]
Walking Notes
..you catches snatches of stoned smiles floating through smoked out windows of passing stolen number plates. Everyone knows the cliches and seems to love them round here. And not ironically, ironically..
..( always ) seen wearing cheap clothes they's always got expensive rings and expensive boxfresh. Go figure. Seems weird to most, but is accepted down the street because knowledge is learnt early round here. Everyone knows, you don't learn, you's a loser. And that's where you don't ever want to be - reputations is made early and lasts. Everyone knows this, don't they? Is fucking first lesson for fucks sake!
Steve Coel
