Poetry from J.J. Campbell

J.J. Campbell

the inside of my soul
sometimes
my brain
will drift
to your
haunting
eyes
the way
your tongue
touched the
inside of
my soul
the way
you lied
and said
you loved
me and
saw a
future
together
these are
never the
afternoons
where the
sun breaks
through
the clouds
———————————————————————–
while in bed together
i haven’t been
able to roll over
in bed and tell a
beautiful woman
i love you while
in bed together
in over twenty
years
it only gets
depressing
when the
amount of
time is talked
about in a way
that you know
all chances are
gone of it ever
happening
again
———————————————————————
they stopped beating me years ago
my shadows chase me
in my dreams
they stopped beating
me years ago
now they only sit
back and laugh
mock me
flaunt their beautiful
women in my loneliness
i have always had
the tongue for sweet
revenge
————————————————————————–
tragedy only comes
another teenage
heartthrob dead
before the age
of 60
tragedy only
comes when
someone is
meant to be
remembered
———————————————————————-
fall on deaf ears
wishes never
come true
prayers fall
on deaf ears
cash is being
phased out
i figure if we
continue to
revert further
and further
back
we’ll be
trading goods
by goats and
pussy again
i never was
one of these
fools that
thought
nostalgia
was some
form of
perfection
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J.J. Campbell
51 Urban Ln.
Brookville, OH 45309-9277
J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is trapped in suburbia, wondering where the lonely housewives are. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at Record Magazine, Horror Sleaze Trash, Mad Swirl, Word Dish and Rusty Truck. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)

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