Set 1 - Half Stolen Buildings
Today not Tomorrow
Here -
Where...flakey water and chipped clog merge into whispered avenues of nervous laughter..
Where...wrinkled hands, that snap splintered cotton sleeves, grip trolley and last nights hiding place..
Where...free newspapers haunt forgotten cold meals outside cracked broken shops...
Where...ringed fingers shadow lager bottle and small tight-fisted girlfriend..
Where...cheap vinyl mattress' sell dreamless arrival and soulless departure..
is the place language comes to die.
Broken Light
Here -
Where...tacky metal emblems cling to half shredded walls of distant commerce..
Where...fractured gang lines decide night time movement..
Where...waistcoat watches lie trapped in muddied brickwork..
Where...shallow drunk opinion dominates afternoon decision making..
Where...beauty is hooded..
is the place language comes to die.
Rattled Stride
Here -
Where...bladed vape chatter tumbles into unlit corridor..
Where...sour heeled machinery lies idle..
Where...cracked glass memory leans into elbowed temper..
Where...crippled time shelters from hillside churched solitude..
Where...rusty thimble alcoholics drink cold cartons of charity coffee..
is the place language comes to die.
Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel
