Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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Vodka and Gatorade

Vodka and Gatorade

A Poem by JR

This is me getting drunk on vodka and Gatorade 
This is me remembering the sock drawer of my youth and middle age 
This is me knowing my mother will read every last word 
This is me barely not getting suckered into FB videos of young girls and jiggling tits 
This is me wondering how the f**k I got here 
This is me crazy in love but in fear of why AI can’t see that 
This is me remembering how AI swallowed the bone of my last love 
This is me making s**t making s**t and wondering why no one cares I makes s**t 
This is me wondering if I missed the boat and where it launched from 
This is me wanting the f*****g jet pack I was promised 
This is me thinking Ginsberg was much better at this, this is me missing Allen 
This is me thinking god was much better at this 
This is me remembering ringing the bells three times at the alter like a boss 
This is me recalling the smell of that thick Catholic incense like fragrant boogers 
This is me watching the gates of perception gather dust 
This is me thinking about why the Government cares about plants 
This is me guessing god gave us plants because it’s what he eats 
This is me wondering why god would make wood when wood couldn’t dissolve 
This is me supposing that spores came from space to eat our wood 
This is me surmising that god makes mistakes 
This is me wondering if I am one of those mistakes 
This is me certain that I am one of those mistakes 
This is me in love and wondering why the world makes that hard 
This is me pissed off that my f*****g ex works DCFS like a baseball bat 
This is me wishing I could find other uses for that baseball bat =
This is me remembering I only hit one good shot in little league 
This is me remembering it was caught in center field anyway 
This is me wanting to take more good shots 
This is me wishing I could create something that would make someone think 
This is me wishing we wouldn’t eat our GATE kids like candy 
This is me remembering DOS is what ate me  
This is me laughing at the concept of a GATE kid which the world shucked off 
So much dust 
So much dust 
This is me realizing that flesh is just pork candy 
This is me making my movie of wealth that hasn’t happened yet 
This is me making my movie anyway 
This is me 
drunk 
on vodka 
and Gatorade. 

© 2023 JR


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Added on March 8, 2023
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JR
JR

Placerville, CA



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