Old Dog

Old Dog

A Poem by JR

Knotted up mess it’s a knotted up mess. old dog can’t see s**t can’t hear s**t can’t take a s**t can’t eat always sleeps keeps breathing. fridge died of asphyxiation won’t get cold let’s food get old and dead in moldy piles. cleaned with bleach smells slightly of laundry now growing piles of its own. young dog falls in a heap his face a grimace his legs churning rictus smile rictus grin foam falling from his chin so give him five and half white pills in the morning and another five at night now wondering how his kidneys even function with all the dope in him. writing songs from within fingers don’t stretch like a young man flexible and slim instead rictus like a young dog’s grin. garbage disposable won’t spin new one sits in the shed gathering moths wonder when that will finally go in getting large in my head like one of those old time boner causing Catholic sins. blinker won’t blink and there’s a squeak and gas is over 4 bucks and that’s just f*****g too much. gonna get ripped off. again. three percent given becomes zero percent added given the high cost of oxygen. got ripped off. again. someone’s gonna get to Mars someone’s gonna get the oval someone’s gonna drop a big f*****g bomb someone is paying them off. things seem more distant by text maybe falling falling falling off the map again no good rot always grows from within. self confidence in shambles no art no smiles feel as worthless as the s**t piles in the yard three dogs no robots no time to clean it... yet. house leans like an old man house cracks like an old back paint withers like a maiden and yet it weighs like a weight like a pressed man yelling for more can’t sell it can’t keep it can’t watch it die like an old dog. yard is barren and trees yet to die don’t know it and maybe won’t because  

time is a b***h time is a worthless b***h w***e who steals hope and gives nothing more and given the above take pills to sleep and dope to not dream anymore and a movie goes on and maybe whack off and then it just 

slowly 
unwinds 
unknots 
see shapes  
see scenes 
peeking 
behind the red frame 
the left side  
of my brain  
slowly 
delta waves 
neurons flush 
bliss 
and 
NREM 
to wake 
and knot up again. 

© 2024 JR


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JR
JR

Placerville, CA



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