Coral Hull: Poetry: Psychic Gun: 2. The Relationship/ 5. The Early Morning Raid

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CORAL HULL: PSYCHIC GUN
5. THE EARLY MORNING RAID

a shadow fell behind me/ i turned suddenly/
the space was filled by the presence of police/
police know that they are police/ suspicious &
deep voiced/ their egos tucked into toughness/

two police can fill your loungeroom/ their two
way radios talking off their hips/ their giant
blue jackets & general thickness/ a few police
can fill a house quicker than a crowd/ they are

self-conscious machinery/ they know that they
are police/ no-one can tell me that they don't
notice themselves being noticed/ they rumble
across corridors like mounds or vehicles/ i've

been warned 'they are not as stupid as they
make out'/ once i locked myself out of my
terrace house & three burly young policemen
jemmied my window open & crashed through

it/ one was left in the night garden shining his
torch around lighting up roses/ the bigger one
without a neck got stuck in the window/ his
handcuffs slapping the pane/ black boots air-

borne/ blue trouser legs moving up his hairy
white calves/ his white skin startled me/ he
eventually slid in onto my bed & shook off the
blood that had rushed to his head/ across the

street/ my girlfriends fogging up the cold car
window/ with dick and dumb cop jokes/ police
arrive early in the morning from hectic inner
city stations/ freshly aftershaved on the shift/

to catch out the suspects in their night clothes
or when they are wide-eyed & vulnerable/
handcuffs against nightie/ baton against
pyjama leg/ it's a numbers game/ the front

door is busted down/ the hallway filled with
solid men/ they have pushed their way into
your premises/ into your fantasy your under
clothes your privacy/ big guns loaded/ batons

erect/ you have barely the time to wipe your
eyes/ or wipe your arse or yawn/ before you
are being observed & interviewed/ sitting up
in your bed/ your toothbrush hanging out of

your mouth/ you have become childlike/ the
early morning sunlight streaming in/ glinting
off badges & identification/ the morning
seems bigger & colder with police in the

room/ do you think they like doing it?/ some
police laugh cynically & put you down behind
your back/ others are the weight of angry
bulls/ some don't like breaking open doors/

they are bent & of slight intelligence/ their
uniforms ill fitting/ just running behind &
slipping in where they're not wanted/ with
that cunning little grin/ confession extractors/

they've been around & you don't know where
they've been/ watch out for them

    

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