J.J. Campbell
on a friday morning
a couple inches
of snow on a
friday morning
by tomorrow
it’s supposed
to be thirty
degrees warmer
fucking ohio
with any luck
my future will
be closer to
either a paradise
or hell
something without
dramatic weather
changes
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a couple thousand dollars
i had a woman ask
me this morning for
a couple thousand
dollars so she could
get married
i laughed
she asked again
and i said oh,
you’re serious
in what fucking
world does a poet
have a couple
thousand dollars
to give a stranger
she had nothing
but silence
my point exactly
i told her to have
a good life and
blocked her
fuck you money
hasn’t graced me
with her presence
yet
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so many damn afternoons
i’ve spent so many
damn afternoons
in physical therapy
places
the faces and buildings
all look the same
anymore
it becomes this endless
race of the mouse and
the wheel
and eventually, you
realize death is the
cheese
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they are praying for me
the jesus freaks
find me each
morning
to tell me they
are praying for
me
i tell them thanks
and i promise i
will let them know
when i give a shit
enough to notice
any changes
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and still single
i laugh at the number
of women that are
shocked i am 43
and still single
i kindly let them
know if they had
my life
had my genetics
and the endless
nightmares that
these scars remind
me of
shock nor sympathy
would be the reaction
it would be a burning
pit in the stomach,
screaming to either
run or pounce
J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is trapped in suburbia, wondering where all the lonely housewives went. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at The Beatnik Cowboy, Horror Sleaze Trash, Ink Pantry, The Dope Fiend Daily and Academy Of The Heart And Mind. You can find him most days waxing poetic on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.