Grey Sky Weeping - Steve Coel
Here -
Where...isolation is frequently park benched behind littered garden..
Where...sweet song is car windowed..
Where...sprayed agenda becomes wire caged in overgrown broken side street..
Where...twisted knuckle bus stop waiting is grey sky weeping..
Where...gated steel business doors welcome alien van sacks..
is the place language comes to die.
Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel
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Steve Coel
