changed his mind
still chasing your
dead father’s love
dig him up, see
if he has changed
his mind
embrace depravity
and understand this
is the new bottom
there’s this old black
soul that likes to tease
me
she shows me some leg
when she’s feeling sexy
i ask her nicely to take
her high heel and dig it
into my chest as she
hikes up her skirt and
does whatever she
pleases
she usually laughs
explains that at her
age she would have
to remove the diaper
i kiss her hand and
explain to her that i
don’t mind anything
simply looking to
be broken in two
she gave me the
number of a guy
down on third
oh, the twists
and turns
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to ever repair
snow on the first
day of spring
somewhere the world
is on fire and no one
gives a shit
only personal tragedies
register on the soul
anymore
beaten, blinded
broken into too
many pieces to
ever repair
live long enough
and every hero
will disappoint
you
somewhere your dead
father starts to laugh
another endless night
of wondering how to
sleep while in pain
there surely must be
a pill for this
wash it down
with vodka
water from the
old country
but this was
made in texas
exactly
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one too many rainbows
sometimes i imagine
my shadow holding
a gun
where did he get
that thing
i suppose i have chased
one too many rainbows
now, in the twilight of
democracy, still thinking
hope exists
she’s disguised as misery
an easy whore that can’t
get any work
baffling
sometimes i imagine
my shadow holding
a gun
sometimes, an AR-15
he likely knows that
the first shot probably
won’t kill me
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saw something different
kissing under the blood moon
rekindling a flame that just
won’t die out
she haunts my dreams
all these years
raise a glass and pretend
that any of this matters
living in this hell is sacrifice
enough
these are the nights you
dream about all the women
that got away
and here you are with the one
that saw something different
she tastes like a better tomorrow
of course, we’ll cross that
bridge when we get there
tonight is for the lovers
the dreamers
the sad fucks that deserve
a little moment of happiness
there isn’t much else left
in this world
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never fall in love with me
i always tend to fall
in love with the ones
leaving soon
the ones already
married
the ones that will
never fall in love
with me
i have tried to break
this habit as i have
grown older
i should have thought
of that long before i
gave up on people
i suppose
J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is old enough to know better. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at Horror Sleaze Trash, The Dope Fiend Daily, The Beatnik Cowboy, Lothlorien Poetry Journal and Disturb the Universe Magazine. You can catch him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)