Steve Coel - Documentary Fiction Photography
Painted Hatred
Here -
Where...silence is timed..
Where...kerbside road walking is never local..
Where...car lights halt hooded debt collection..
Where...early morning cigarettes are gathered from canal path bin..
Where...painted hatred shows handcuffed hints of humour..
is the place language comes to die.
Sad Eyes
Here -
Where...crowded thoughts are positioned above empty guide dog begging..
Where...plastic bag clumsiness shelters fenced bus stop..
Where...shadow glassed laughter becomes bitter and sad-eyed..
Where...blistered wood holds signed memories of yesterdays bargains..
Where...puddle damp trainers split through confused traffic..
is the place language comes to die.
Metallic Stumble
Here -
Where...straight talking is a cold charmless metallic click..
Where...wind launched building demolition scratches neighbourhood itch..
Where...stickered light falls on damp nylon shoe..
Where...last nights takeaway guides corner walled stumble..
Where...gritted smoke sticks to dark glass passenger..
is the place language comes to die.
Steve Coel/An 11.59 Publication
