Waiting Shadows - Steve Coel
Here -
Where...tacky metal emblems cling to half shredded sprayed walls of distant commerce..
Where...dead fruit is picked clean by unseen nightlife..
Where...mobile notes are glued to pavements damp with summer..
Where...singing electric wire hangs on whiskered waterway tree..
Where...glass shadows stretch into shoeless avenue..
is the place language comes to die.
Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel
Celf Stryd - Lloegr