bliss station ~ poetry

I want justice

I want justice
to hold my dick in its hands
& make its way up till I say
okay, not bad.

I want justice
to stumble across
a legal procedure like a boy
separated from something
that looked like him
only bigger.

when they'll sell silences, I'll be just
as rich as you, justice, on your knees
but I want you to make up
your way my body
& breathe me lawfully yours.

I just want to play book-cricket
with the constitution of the country.
I want the judge to say - chill chill
as he strikes his hammer down
with the sound of unlocking flip-phones.

how can you be air & be breathless still?

how long have you lived for justice?
show me all your papers -
holey texts rag-cloth the stains they leak
then cry miracle.

how many more hierarchies do you want
to inherit in the name of memory?

how many termite nests do you want to hold onto
in the name of trees?

too fast to give a fuck, the light is like us
walking together, bridging energies
closing cases once & for all.

~Ajay
26/1/2020