Poetry from J.J. Campbell

Author J.J. Campbell White man with a large beard and a black tee shirt and eyeglasses stands in a bedroom with posters in the wall.
Author J.J. Campbell
sadness becomes loneliness

it's the



the gentle

i love you

late at night,


the warm



and suddenly


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



before the




not exactly

how i wanted

to start the



but you're

old enough

now to know

you don't get

to choose such



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



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

a zombie apocalypse

the muse believes

she can't trust me

during a zombie



that makes me



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



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



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)

One thought on “Poetry from J.J. Campbell

  1. J.J.

    All of these poems are really powerful!


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