Poetry from J.J. Campbell

Middle aged white man with glasses and a coronavirus mask in his bedroom. Posters on the walls.
J.J. Campbell
J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) was raised by wolves yet managed to graduate high school with honors. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Horror Sleaze Trash, otoliths, Cajun Mutt Press, The Beatnik Cowboy and Terror House Magazine. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)
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destined
 
i want to believe
i am destined for
more than this
 
i know it's probably
bullshit
 
but wasting away
in a small town
while the rest of
the world passes
me by isn't exactly
what i thought was
intended when i
chose life over
death at the age
of eight
 
once again
 
first thought
 
best thought
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being used
 
i think of
the nights
where i
used to like
being used
by a woman
 
i wonder if
those nights
will ever

exist again
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tragedies
 
i often wonder how
many tragedies i have
within me
 
once a day is plenty
 
i don't need any more
than my own to look

forward to
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nothing to talk about
 
i love a woman
with tattoos
 
no one wants
a situation with
nothing to talk
about
 
the scarier the
better
 
only a few of
us know how
to properly
deal with

pain
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there is a better place than here
 
fight back
the tears and
understand
 
there is a better
place than here
 
i'd like to believe
the soul moves on
to see something
way better
 
if not,
 
then i suppose
this is truly
 

a living hell

One thought on “Poetry from J.J. Campbell

  1. I am a big fan of J/J.’s work. These poems reflect the world we are in now. While he says he is wasting away in a small town ( obviously he doesn’t count all the killer poems he writes) I am wasting away in a small city. it feels like a kind of equivalency.

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