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Steve Coel - Documentary Fiction Photography
Paper Bag
Here -
Where...banned entry is monitored by walled bored glass eye..
Where...cracked machine street furniture empties rigid oil onto skated shoe..
Where...paper bag eating is tin roof sheltered..
Where...curious hands grip tightly bridged water passage way..
Where...alarm bells herd crowds into uniformed wallets of silence..
is the place language comes to die.
Electric Hair
Here -
Where...tree scaffolding shields stained daytime drinking..
Where...coughed innocence is heavy in charity cotton shirt..
Where...electric hair passengers are stiff backed against fake safety exit..
Where...metalled corner stubs become local broken emblems..
Where...chested aggression clips rough handed into rum hinged crowd..
is the place language comes to die.
Glum Dance
Here -
Where...slim concrete staircase funnels nervous jealous glance..
Where...starched wrinkled skin sticks to stretched bone..
Where...young people die old..
Where...unopened door fades into peeling brick and small bottled back yard..
Where...glum dance patters on fractured acre..
is the place language comes to die.
Steve Coel / An 11.59 Publication
