THE BLUE POLICEMAN

The blue policeman
In his midnight blue police suit
There is just no capturing
The order exuded from him
The way the ocean at night
Looms in the dark.
He has a red vein pulsing
In his sallow yellow skin
He raises his nightstick cooly
No silly, not anger but duty
We all have to do
All kinds of work
Such is our nature
His nature is a midnight blue -
More shade than colour
The nightstick has come down
No silly, not in anger in duty
We all make mistakes at work
If a horse tramples a stable boy
You don’t shoot the horse
You put the poor thing
Out of its misery

SHE HERE ZADE

Like mad Sheriyar
Each night confused.
Wildly masturbating
Pulling off his head
Only to begin again
The next

IN MIGHTY ATHENS [RED SPIDER]

In mighty Athens grunts ornery Zeus
Disguised as hog, the Allfather lays caked
In mud. The day finds him loose.
From last night’s swill, his belly ached

But his mood pinks with the sight
Of a red spider at work on the wall
Spinning messages in the light
His crusted jaw cracks as he bawls:

"O sweet, bright fair maiden,
I find my heart caught in amour
by your labour, O love's creation,
But let me change your form
So we may grunt as one in this swill
Until pleasure spent, we have had our fill"

"A tempting offer, thunder-king Jupiter
but I'm going to have to decline
Morning grows redolent with pig-shit
And a poor web draws no flies"

Zeus bristled, rose on his hinds
and declaimed with his trotter:

"I Myself am a Weaver of worlds
Leader of gods, Hunter of women,
the constellations fold, knit and purl
at my Command, such is my ken
your threadbare web girl
rather pales in comparisén"

Not put out or put off, she continued
her work, snipping a thread with her jaws

"Oh lord, I have lain with gods greyer than you,
those less obsessed by the size of their bolts
yet you seem to think it is I at fault?
you sir, are old and nothing new"

"Listen you, ugly barren over-limbed whore,
sticky siren of beam and rafter
I'm done with niceties, I'll fry your
red skin black if you don't give me what I'm after"

She sighed and on a strand went down to the pig
She sat on his snout and softly spoke

"Perhaps I was wrong on you, master of skies,
Perhaps we should join ourselves on this dirt bed
But should we act according to our instincts, I sympathise
For after our fooling around, my kind take heads"

She shuffled towards the swine's eye and grew in his vision
It seemed like Zeus had made his decision.

WAR GAMES [RED SPIDER]

A peppering of shot
a dash of mustard gas
hardly whets the appetite -
pesticides to man and beast

He much preferred
the older clashes, better
those soft souls, brain-
bashed by maul,
the flashes of steel sword
were cutlery passing to
and through rind

But we are here, we are now.
With heaps on the field
left to cook in June sun.
chunks of lieutenant
like the slow yellowing
of jasmine, the sweetness
turns and turns, bringing
over a host of hovering
angels.

They fuck in the nose
of a corporal, hanging
up on a wire. They make
the nasal passage
their headquarters.

Red spider sets up
his camp and lays back.
Again they have turned
The tables, laid the cloth.
This death-ground
his dinner plate

HE WAS SO VIOLENT

He was so violent
We put our fingers in his nose
And our fingers in his ears
And blew into his mouth
His head grew to the size
And colour Of a pink zeppelin

He was so violent
We bit off his fingers
Leaving him with clenched stumps
We bit off his feet
And his legs
We made him a red angry torso
And then we left

He was so violent
We opened up his head
And filled it with children’s toys
A baby blue collared chihuahua
The good news bible
He coughed out a furball
And giggled

He was so violent
We summoned a child’s ghost
And possessed his soul
He played the piano
Like a young Mozart
A babbling baby Mozart