Poetry from J.J. Campbell

Middle aged white man with a beard standing in a bedroom with posters on the walls
J.J. Campbell

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life as a cynical soul
 

when you

see a young

child smile

 

you wonder

how long

until that

smile goes

away

 

as the world

will surely

fuck him

over

 

or at least

you hope

you weren't

the only one
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constant hate
 

only a child

can believe

love can

sprout from

constant hate

 

with experience

that child will

learn any love

that comes from

hate is not the

kind of love

you can build

any fucking

thing with

 

no matter how

many times you

lie to yourself

 

it never works
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a little wooden cross
 

my mother

has a little

wooden cross

that has

24 7 365

on the back

of it

 

i believe i

know what

those numbers

imply

 

but the older i

get the more it

seems those

numbers are

actually how

long you are

up on that

cross

 

your sentence

handed down

by a faceless

judge and not

a jury of your

peers

 

i laugh

 

knowing damn

well that my

peers would

have suggested

the firing squad
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a country song
 

i used to lick tears off your face

 

tell you old stories about

rainbows and machine guns

 

promised you all the good parts

of my heart and my endless love

 

i remember the day you told me

to fuck off and left with my best

friend

 

i drank myself to sleep that night

 

laughing that my fucking life

was now a country song

 

a few years later the spanish

princess invited me over to

watch some hockey

 

we traded horror stories about

old flames and harrowing times

 

she tried her best to save my soul

that night

 

i snuck her panties out with me

 

with a little luck

 

that woman will want to spend

the rest of her life with me

 

and whatever little i have left

as well
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all of his failures
 

my father went

to vietnam to die

 

that was a few years

before i was born

 

i never knew about that

until i was eight years old

 

i was sadly well aware

of all of his failures

by then

 

i was around 13 when he

tried to choke me to death

 

i was 17 when he told the

sheriff i was driving when

he got into a car accident

 

i mention all these things

as a reminder why i refuse

to have any children of

my own

 

the last thing this world needs

is that dna to keep living on

 

when i die it goes with me

 

as someone who understands

the cycles of abuse and god

knows what else

 

this is the most responsible

decision i can make

 

other than i should have

taken him out when i had

the chance

 

imagine those poems


J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) was raised by wolves yet managed to graduate high school with honors. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Horror Sleaze Trash, The Asylum Floor, The Rye Whiskey Review, Cajun Mutt Press and Disturb the Universe Magazine. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. 

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