baptism riff (poem about a local murder of a random taxi driver)

face fruz in so animate rictus
in ices of grief see him ....................slicked hard
..................................................from Haworth to Keighley
.................[crime shine/ring/eject/spasm/spush
.........[through brass the hedges............shiver of night

there by The Merry Melon

.............man .............under streetlight /sur les pierres/
.............a screwdriver and a hammer /quand le cloche sonnait douze/
.............................................a pound of bananas /les blancs debarquent/
........waiting to choke for a taxi some set of box spanners
........ratchet/drosophila/molehead/cervix


.................................... just so damn dazzling he cries shortly after this
^{GSOH but frigid and unkempt seeks defining event}

[preferably Pakistani
or Bangladeshi]

......................... /in grey wainscot green cctv his hands grow/up it came upon me like TV signal fire of the lambs swaying so the light-cortex of orchidectomy/petals inside wolves/lycanthropes agrasp the

dancing body in a ditch let alone like teeth they flamed drug wars and grooming
........................................ young white girls fucked hare's running
.........................................across car bonnets 240 they bet starters for Spring

.............................amphetamines/paedophilia (rivers
...............................of white blood) nous devons soumettre

.......................battered blind with a hammer tenderised such with sea salt
and rosemary his heart wall punctured balsamic au bapteme
.......................................................................to fluxes of inviability with a slothead
.who violated girls also poisoned sleepy aryan children in rivers and once drowned a dog with his
batchelors even of jism in the air so nascent a corruption how swirl like sex-stuff in a bath solid as stringy semen-soap calorised into aspic of the murder melon he hovers golden as flower boxes

look always this flurry of glissades


................................................................................vindicate with this stuffing

..............................................of half o clock lies
...................................................is all sweptaway titters of dead petals for the keeper
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