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a little more sinister
another day where
i can tell i am not
long for this world
i don’t know if it
will be a natural
death or something
a little more sinister
if my dreams come
true
it will be bloody
and sudden
regardless
it can’t come soon
enough
please disregard this
poem in case someone
actually loves me
enough to save me
from this hell
or loves me enough
to take me out
true love
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a car dealership
took the longest piss
of my life in a clean
bathroom at a car
dealership
not sure if it was
from shock at the
amazing cleanliness
or the fact i’ve been
waiting over five hours
for the car to be fixed
had a stranger wish
me good luck
first for everything
i suppose
he was the one that
needed the good luck
car in for a recall
while family is
in the hospital
i could understand
his nervousness
after listening to
his phone calls
as insensitive as
people believe i am
even i don’t wish
that kind of shit
on just anyone
it takes a certain
kind of prick for
me to stoop to
that level
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a light fall breeze
a cold front came
through last night
now it feels like
i’m sitting on the
porch with a light
fall breeze chilling
the air
of course, july
isn’t over yet
so the dog days
of hell are still
to come
between the electric
bill going up, just like
everything else, and a
house that retains the
heat in the summer as
well as it does in the
winter
there is no escape
much like life in
the suburbs…
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wisdom
she had the most
alluring eyes i had
ever seen
was willing to chase
that devil through
every depth of hell
needed to get a taste
you could say i was
tempted
figured our divorce
would be legendary
our children would
want to kill me and
eventually would
i get it, who wants
the old man at a
parent/teacher
conference
but i would hope
my son, as he gets
older and learns a
few of the secrets
of life
and then finds
himself chasing
a piece of ass
thirty years
younger…
the cyclical nature
of life is never far
from our fingertips
just don’t let the
little brain control
all of your life
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on a muggy sunday morning
scattered teeth
broken souls
a wild goose chase
on a muggy sunday
morning
the faint smell of
death is never far
away
tears become laughter
because no one has
enough rope
wishful thinking at
times like these
no one plans on dying
alone
it just sort of happens
make sure your pets
don’t go hungry
hum a song from
your childhood
something calming
it made the beatings
feel more like it was
deserved
imagine your life
if love was actually
meant for someone
like you
now imagine how many
have died on that hill
J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is old enough to know better. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at The Beatnik Cowboy, Drinkers Only, Mad Swirl, Yellow Mama and Night Owl Narrative. His latest book, to live your dreams, published by Whiskey City Press, is available at Amazon by going here: https://a.co/d/0bwkUIkX