Poetry from J.J. Campbell

Middle aged white man with glasses, hair and a beard, sitting in a room with posters on the wall and a rose, a plastic skull and candles on a dresser. He's got a Black Lives Matter tee shirt on.
J.J. Campbell
political signs
 
i always pay
attention to
the political
signs in the
yards around
where i live
 
it gives me
a heads up
on who not
to vote for
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the perfect metaphor
 
the rat race ended
and nobody won
 
if that isn't the
perfect metaphor
for life in the
midwest, i don't

know what is
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young angst
 
a listless
rebellion
 
young angst
with an unholy
need to release
 
it's simple to
find the evil
in the world
 
just follow

the money
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never talk to strangers
 
she asked me
for a ride home
 
i was taught to
never talk to
strangers
 
that goes against
every notion a
writer should
have
 
this incident
was over a
quarter century
ago
 
what if pops up
from time to time
 
it never ends
up well
 
but the poems

keep flowing
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these lonely nights
 
the only good thing
about these lonely
nights is eventually

i will run out of them