Who? Where? When?
Them. There. Then.
Steve Coel
' No good ever comes from doing no good. '
' A great song, sung badly, is still a great song. '
' The crippled landscape is holding the sky in place. '
' Knowing when too much is not enough. '
' Too old to rock the boat, but young enough to hide the paddles. '
' We are all prisoners to the language of children. '
Steve Coel: 2020 - 2021
Steve Coel
Extracts.
Time was he'd be with the other workers heading south after another all night wet shift. But not today. Today, he's still invisible in his toasted brickwork hat and waking up late after a nights sleep on the butchers slab that rests buried in the dark silted low tide beach alongside the gravy.
***
Busy checking that the hidden key and twist are still in his deadman's waistcoat he will slowly begin his own journey south of the river to his cardboard hostel room, electric sheets, liquid breakfast and another brown day full of grey moods, careless thought and burnt cake.
Too many daytime hideaways
are in backspaces
unseen from roads
and rear view mirrors.
Here, torn feral shoes
will once more be shredded
by rubble and broken glass
and shaking hands
will again be shaken
between tracksuits,
worn to hide
shape, weapons and sex.
But tomorrow you will return
because it is the place
where real trade
remains invisible
and ignored.
[ Previously published : Torn Shoes - Steve Coel ]
Walking Notes
..you catches snatches of stoned smiles floating through smoked out windows of passing stolen number plates. Everyone knows the cliches and seems to love them round here. And not ironically, ironically..
..( always ) seen wearing cheap clothes they's always got expensive rings and expensive boxfresh. Go figure. Seems weird to most, but is accepted down the street because knowledge is learnt early round here. Everyone knows, you don't learn, you's a loser. And that's where you don't ever want to be - reputations is made early and lasts. Everyone knows this, don't they? Is fucking first lesson for fucks sake!
Steve Coel
In her regulation daytime armour
cracking with coarse whispers
and yesterdays broken promise,
the young girl pushes
a vape shadowed carrier
past boarded up pub windows.
Her world is the High Street
where each day
a bitter grey tide
shambles downhill
toward abandoned blue churches
and disappearing city light.
And it is here
plastic shoes will slap
into one off needles
that litter fishless gutters
and where, even on dry days
the pavement is damp.
From City Trilogy ( Part 1 ), 2020
Steve Coel
Steve Coel
In you comes -
in your sad seven year old
ironic tracksuit
and pair of box fresh.
In you comes -
looking for deals
on the board
behind the counter
which we knows
show best same day
as last time, last week, last month.
In you comes -
doing quick sums
and ordering a dozen shots
with your release money
which you quickly shares out
to punters who isn't interested.
In you comes -
barely missed
and completely blitzed
just another forgotten
madman.
In you comes -
a madman bent by routine;
a madman twisted by addiction;
a madman caught in the to and fro
of the outside which has turned its back
and good riddance.
In you comes -
a madman smelling of time.
From City Trilogy ( Part 1 ), 2020
Steve Coel
And so it starts..
Two chases. At the same time. The novelty of poverty..
Words spoken out of turn. Causes offence..
Everyone's seeing signs that ain't really there..
First kiss of the day..
Protection. Hiding away is not an option..
Next to the fire escape door. Corner seat facing the entrance..
Threats; the bad kind..
A last major offence of the day. More to follow. Lots more..
Discarded
You's got the twist..
Secrets shared for information..
Truth shredded in a moment..
The silent bombshell suited beggar..
Notes
In your spring hat, tied with lost string, you search the free paper for clues for which day you now find yourself..Waiting. Waiting on the corner beat today for the next delivery in the rain..Disturbing the glances from local windows and trolley men..the clump of wet shoe against cracked kerbstone drunks..a high street roars with the anger of closure and debt..even the most fucked up has memories when called upon. Is called survival so it is..
Rings on her fingers..
First Draft - Steve Coel
The fight..
looking the other way..
the arrests..
bad debt, bad deals..
the rumours..
the quiet word..
secret meetings..
a major disagreement..
bloody hands and tip-offs..
a one night stand..
burnt out cars..
random warnings..
scratches on working cars..
meetings in shopping mall car parks..
people go missing..
a public celebration.
Clear your mind, listen carefully and don't stop breathing.
Blue Slate..Waiting Patiently..Perfect Outing..King of Stars..Big Impact..Love Your Work..Straight Ash..Some Nightmare..Star Ascending..Born To Reason..Deadly Accurate..Hurricane Alert..Save A Forest..Universal Effect..Final Attack..First Voyage..Wild Water..Leave Me Alone..Some Can Sing..Midnight Glance.
Clear you mind, listen carefully and don't stop breathing.
Simple rules..Bass Rock..Orient Sunset..Palm Beach..Brides Hill..You Say Nothing..Pure Genius..Court Blaze..Winged Blaze..Little Red Lion..Ring The Moon..SeaSearch..Hit The Rocks..Temple Man..Golden Town..Strong Team..Instant Replay..Hit The Beat..Secret Victory..Harbour Storm.