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.
Big Vision
Here -
Where...thick suited men drink bottled park bench liquid breakfast..
Where...melted slices of stairway rug fold into careless shoe..
Where...dead meat flags hang from rusty hook in damp empty rows..
Where...closed shops remain open..
Where...the big vision is narrow and short lived..
is the place language comes to die.
Sad Walls
Here -
Where...glitter ball glamour is boarded up and gig postered..
Where...simple gestures are challenged and closely debated..
Where...machine winnings replace job prospects..
Where...broken promises are public..
Where...sad walled archives crowd day time sky..
is the place language comes to die.
False Promise
Here -
Where...twisted paths sheepishly carve a route across knocked out grass and broken bale..
Where...shop doors embrace the bubble gum smell of illegal cheap drink..
Where...bricked up elegance is submerged behind hungry false promise..
Where...early day windows gather to taunt community editors..
Where...curled up broken yard hideaways become legend..
is the place language comes to die
Erratic Stones
Here -
Where...slip leaf leather footsteps shovel misery along siren alerted local high street..
Where...cold hands shake out the truth about early death..
Where...broken promises are guaranteed..
Where...hawthorn trees loiter among erratic stones of ancient pathway..
Where...wire ridged hillside animals shadow tin roofed wooden shelter..
Is the place language comes to die.
Steve Coel / An 11.59 Publication
Documentary Fiction Photography - Steve Coel / An 11.59 Publication
