Poetry from J.J. Campbell

White man with a beard and glasses and a beard and a mustache. He's in a room with some music and movie posters on the walls. He has a Black Lives Matter tee shirt with purple text on a black background.
the 2020 election
 
so over seventy million
people voted for racism
for fascism, for the thought
that money is more important
than people
 
most of these ignorant fucks
are from families lincoln
should have slaughtered
after the civil war
 
instead, the losers got to tell
the story of that war and you
get what we have here
 
generation after generation
of stupid fucks breeding
even more stupid fucks
 
ignorance is a disease
and no one in this country
seems to like the cure
 
they are more than proud
to be stupid and dress
themselves in the flag
and think that makes
them patriotic
 
and if they are willing to
die for their racist leader
 
let them
 
thin that fucking herd
forever
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raven haired beauty
 
she was a woman
straight out of a
springsteen song
 
a raven-haired beauty
full of desire with eyes
that could burn through
your soul
 
as much as i longed
for a kiss
 
i was hoping that she
would be what would
kill me
 
take me from this world

once and for all
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some kind of loss or relief
 
i suppose i was supposed
to feel like some kind
of loss or relief when
my father died
 
it was neither
 
it had been over twenty
years since i had seen
or spoken to him
 
it was like being told a
ghost had finally been
captured and killed
 
i thought of it as a
tuesday and i must
have stumbled onto
some television station

i barely watch anymore
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unless provoked
 
all my friends
have moved on
 
i sadly never
got the chance
to do so
 
i'm never good
at burning bridges,
unless provoked
 
yet another joy

of apathy
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a difference of opinion
 
i never thought
of myself as
an addict
 
apparently
 
the authorities
have a different

standard

J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is old enough to know where the bodies are buried. He’s been widely published over the last quarter century, most recently at Dumpster Fire Press, The Rye Whiskey Review, The Black Shamrock Magazine, 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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