Poetry from J.J. Campbell

Author J.J. Campbell

Author J.J. Campbell

J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is stuck in the suburbs, wondering where the lonely housewives are hiding. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at Horror Sleaze Trash, The Rye Whiskey Review, Misfit Magazine, Live Nude Poems and Yellow Mama. You can find him most days perched upon his soapbox on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)
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back together again
i have had
my heart
broken so
many times
that i can no
longer put the
pieces back
together
again
i’m not happy
that destiny has
determined alone
is the only way
i can go through
the rest of this
life
but it is
what it is
i’ll have the
last laugh
every good
asshole does
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the second day
i had a woman cuss
me out this morning
because i wouldn’t
give her money
mind you, this was
the second day i have
ever talked to her in
my life
she said i was an
ugly fucking asshole
some people just
know i guess
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the calm before the proverbial storm
it’s that easy,
peaceful feeling
right before
disaster hits
the calm
before the
proverbial
storm
it’s why only
the lucky get
to live by the
moment
the rest of us
get blindsided
by reality
left to scramble
for whatever is
left
the hopeless
become helpless
while the rich
laugh all the
way to their
golden banks
in the cloud
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anger and despair with every chord
i remember the old
blues men i used to
admire in my late
teens
the smoke in the air
anger and despair
with every chord
sipping on a glass
of bourbon or
whatever my older
face could get me
i would always get
lost in the saxophone
solo
transported to a
woman i need, the
sweat racing down
my back and how
forever could wait
for just one more
moment
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a sign of being defeated
this frown is
permanent
i believe it
was when
i finally
realized what
happened in
the bathroom
when i was
a child
it’s a sign
of sorrow
a sign of
being defeated
a sign of
submission
to whatever
unlucky soul
happens to
be looking
i’m too old
for this fucking
song and dance
anymore
i don’t think
of myself as
a victim
but the world
hasn’t exactly
supported that
thought
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