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gently on the shoulder
 

i found you naked

in my bed sleeping

so quiet and i snuggled

up next to you

 

kissed you gently

on the shoulder

and told you

i love you

 

i woke up alone

 

a note on the pillow

saying thanks, you

need to buy some

toilet paper

 

i laughed and then

realized what you

used that towel for
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thirty some years ago
 

you ever remember

the time we kissed

under a bridge on

a rainy night thirty

some years ago

 

how all loneliness

left us

 

two souls determined

to take on the world

 

sharing cigarettes

at three in the

morning

 

two weeks later

 

you would be gone

to some other place

 

i never saw the

world the same

again
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in science class
 

earth shaking like never

before and some idiot

thinks it is the wrath

of god

 

and soon the sun will

give in to the moon

and some genius will

take it as a sign from

god to shoot up a school

or rob a few banks

 

it is pretty easy to see

who was actually paying

attention in science class

and who was busy

daydreaming about

a life they could

never ever achieve
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slowly come to terms
 

tears race down

my face as i slowly

come to terms with

my inevitable demise

 

i've squeezed more

talent out of apathy

than is probably

allowed

 

be thankful they

allowed you to

go this far

 

most of your types

end up in institutions

or cemeteries

 

i have a modest

urn in mind

 

ashes to be spread

in the pacific ocean

 

lord knows i'll

never make it

there while alive
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a proverbial box
 

shooting stars have

no wishes attached

to them

 

fear is a disease

that can trap any

soul in a proverbial

box

 

sometimes i think

it would be better

to burn the fucker

down than figure

a way out



J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is stuck in the suburbs, plotting his escape. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at The Beatnik Cowboy, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Black Coffee Review, The Asylum Floor and Horror Sleaze Trash. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)