bliss station ~ poetry

abrahymn & alakazam

(or, the adventures of baddy bog & nammy booga)

*starts*

what will baddy bog in heathen heaven do then
if I have to daddy the world myself

*gasps*

what you call friendship is what I call
a manifestation of the compromise
between me & my ideal social expression
resulting in me being temporally &
sometimes emotionally bonded to
something either gone or going away

*sighs*

how much life can I squeeze in
between the anger at injustice &
the guilt of privilege. bog, make me
not angry at injustice nor guilty
of privilege. see, bog makes it
easier. si, bog makes it answer

*snaps*

sarcasmous blasphlegmy, fill the coughers
upto the grim brim trim trim trim

*smirks*

elevator. elevate her. ele wait a minute
the words are jumping meaning by the
sound of it

*winks*

in their natural habitat, the neologisms
sometimes dip down to the surface
of the water to catch prey. they may
also chase insects in the air when breeding

*cries*

why am I unabel to do what I cain do
but have not donne it yet, why o'
abrahymn & alakazam

*nods*

at the end of the day we're all alone
but hey it's only morning now so have
a plumsome of shooga, nammy booga

*chants*

our mother who art the earth, bliss us

*exits*

~Ajay
29/9/2020