Whistled Anger - Steve Coel / An 11.59 Publication

Here -

Empty deadwood skip ideas 

reflect forgotten work messages

Where...hawthorn tree spaces catch song and memory..

Small window frames 

split wall and broken vision

Where...whistled anger cuts through motored gateway..

Where...subtle fingers repeat last nights drunken movements..

Shop door begging signs 

echo stranded isolated shouts of unheard ignored anger

Where...painted side street paths splash oiled drug wish on to sullen booted youth..

Where...anonymous blind construction hides skyline humour..

is the place language comes to die.

Steve Coel / An 11.59 Publication