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what could have been
the whispers
of my demise
are getting
louder
i have never
bothered myself
with paying any
attention to them
i'm too damn
busy trying to
sabotage my
own life
so far
so good
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too damn stubborn
sitting alone in a medical
facility waiting to have
some x-rays done
looking around at all
the old couples knowing
damn well i have already
lived half of my life
quickly thinking about
how i'll manage this shit
when i'm older, alone
and too damn stubborn
to ask for help
this is when i hope my
savior has beautiful eyes
and an ass that i can dream
about from across the room
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and rainbow eyebrows
just walked by
a woman with
green lipstick
hopefully the
freaks are finally
taking over
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the stranger
a stranger told me
online to seek out
the lord
i asked this stranger
if the lord was there
when i was molested
as a child or when
my father tried to
choke me to death
silence
apparently the lord
was making sure
the stranger didn't
accidentally let the
truth get out
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swiss cheese
the guy behind
me in the hospital
waiting room
just said the
doctor said his
mother's insides
looked like swiss
cheese
so much for that
sandwich
J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is old enough to know better. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Misfit Magazine, Disturb the Universe Magazine, Dumpster Fire Press, Horror Sleaze Trash and The Asylum Floor. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)
2 thoughts on “Poetry from J.J. Campbell”
I admire how you balance the darkness with humor. (Especially in “swiss cheese” here.)
I admire how you balance the darkness with humor. (Especially in “swiss cheese” here.)
always interesting observations