
sadness becomes loneliness it's the laugh, the gentle i love you late at night, the warm embrace and suddenly remembering how many years it's actually been how the touch of a woman is nearly foreign to you now hopeless should never come up when you think about sex sadness becomes loneliness before you even realize the world has left you behind -------------------------------------------------------------- start the weekend a thunderstorm before the morning coffee not exactly how i wanted to start the weekend but you're old enough now to know you don't get to choose such things your place in life doesn't allow it -------------------------------------------------------- two vapid souls shuffling down the boulevard a skeleton of a man thinning goatee and hollow eyes holding hands with his woman a soul crushing blonde light years out of his league most assume there are two reasons why she is with him girth and wealth most assumptions are true more than we actually realize two vapid souls searching for a better tomorrow if such a thing even still fucking exists --------------------------------------------------------- a zombie apocalypse the muse believes she can't trust me during a zombie apocalypse that makes me laugh she apparently doesn't understand that i will be dead before any of that ever happens zombies, an apocalypse, or a glorious heel turn more pressing matters are at hand as usual like rent, taxes, a check engine light that always seems to come on at the least opportune times not to even mention where one might be able to find some non-toxic land to grow food or whatever else --------------------------------------------------------------------- a soft rain in the sunshine two loose shits within five minutes of waking up jack daniels for dinner strikes again a stray cat comes to our backyard looking for birds or some food luck never appears in this damn town a soft rain in the sunshine a lonely woman wonders of a better way to die here comes a daydream meant for a better soul the cocaine always runs out on a tuesday night right as she starts to feel ok with doing it for money once again -------------------------------------------------------------------------- J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is old enough to know better. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Disturb the Universe Magazine, The Beatnik Cowboy, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Black Coffee Review and The Asylum Floor. Rumor has it that he might have a joint chapbook coming out this summer with Casey Renee Kiser. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)