Rock Pockets - Steve Coel
Here-
Where...small feet carry heavy living..
Where...polluted idle engines blow rust water into lipped gutter..
Where...loud emergency words remain anonymous..
Where...stone roof collapse haunts drunken memory..
Where...rock pocket begging is sandwiched between road crossing and loose fingers..
is the place language comes to die.
Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel
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