blood blood patter and splash leads us concrete toward tracing back til the scene i’ve flashing thoughts of the brutality the violence that must of cussed between persons in fear fray and inebriation
down the steps my four year old child and I go the greasing bleed in bronze putters growing and leadening on stone labours
glowing citrus the refrigeration of the underpass ‘flips the bird' at the summer blaze grey dead coral bricks of urination seasoned in deep beading now cold the broke up weapon candy slates of brittle teeth glass / bottle / beer /brown the neck its' hilt and the main mud of the bleeding
the flies are the thing that bothers my ‘little nipper’ usually a flapper of queries on repetition no other queries are raised just eager for the vibration of train carriages gatling over our heads
i stopper any words i may have on the matter he holds my hand with his hot hand we progress under a port arms procession of caged floodlights and walled in by fresh graffiti fingers dripping retching for the guttering
Observed 23/06/23
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on thickened walls painted on over and over by the neighbourhood watch a narrowed burrow
the dog night salivates and commands and commands but i am abroad from that asleep with my family under the open windows as others stew in the clubs, bars and packed terraces
