blue man (ode to [Kerik])

the brand new silver badge flashes against blue cotton
as he strokes his stick and tosses a smile in my direction
(the same smile and stick with which to frighten my children
as they play “jump the pump” on a hot summer day)
rubber soles move in silence as he smiles and then steps aside
for a better view of my body
(the same smile and soles with which to kick my brother
as he plays touch football in the street)
tongue and larynx dance in unison as he smiles
and then whispers promises of sweet passion in my ear
(the same smile and whisper with which to issue stun gun “therapy”
and orders of arrest and genocide of vassals who stand in defiance)
the brand new silver badge flashes against blue cotton
as he strokes his stick and tosses a smile in my direction
but the blue man would not smile as sweetly if he only knew
how much I want him and all his whispers and commands
to be silenced forever with said therapy unto vertebrae
or a bullet[in] ... to the head

part two: a fantasy (sung to the music of "blue moon")

blue man
I saw you standing alone
without a collar to own
without a partner to phone
blue man
I wondered what made you tick
then thought of [Kerik] the prick
and understoond your poor wit
blue man
I thought of those you had killed
without a charge to instill
with only thoughts of cheap thrills
blue man
I crept up to your right side
and grabbed your weapon from hide
and cocked the trigger and sighed
blue man
I saw you splattered about
and felt no remorse or doubt
that I had shattered your snout
blue man ...

© 1995 by Marina Ortiz

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