trying to capture the moment
and here comes this light
soul saying all the right
things
sharing secrets
trying to capture the
moment
it makes me laugh
all of us
broken souls
searching for a better
tomorrow in a world
hell bent on destroying
itself
longing for a touch
a kiss on the sunset
as the world burns
it always ends the same
someone will need money
and i will have seen this
scam before
i respect the honest criminals
they found something
they were good at
most of us don’t
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this time of year
the apartments behind
us like to play with
fireworks this time
of year
they will usually go
to two or three in the
morning
that is usually when
some genius
probably drunk
will throw a firecracker
into the dumpster
that explosion usually
wakes up the entire
neighborhood
a world war two vet
used to live next door
to me
too many memories
in the middle of the
night for him in his
nineties
he made it out
i doubt the rest
of us will
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memory of joy
growing up in dysfunction
doesn’t bring much memory
of joy when the holidays
roll around
only the moaning and bitching
about every little thing
so, for this fourth of july
i did my laundry
fucked up my back while
stripping my bed clean
icing that bad back
and counting the bottles
of whiskey over in the
corner and how many
it would take
dysfunction never leaves
you
like a cancer
a disease that knows
no limit
and i’m supposed to
give this joy to a child
fuck you
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tucked away in the darkness
i often think about
death these days
yours
mine
everyone i suppose
nothing comes from
these thoughts
they are tucked away
in the darkness
always willing to
come out and play
in the rain if ever
allowed
insomnia likes to
creep inside of me
open up a book
and a bottle of
wine
so, if you ever see
me bleary eyed
and laughing
we’ve got to a
chapter about the
pursuit of pussy
or power or some
motherfucker that
thinks there is a
difference between
the two
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everyone wonders
the water is rising
paradise is burning
and everyone wonders
where is god
and i know i am the
crazy one for showing
the world the bullshit
of organized religion
yet no one wants to
give anything more
than thoughts and
prayers
god forbid
believe in science
stop raping the planet
stop thinking the rich
will save you
or any elected official
gives two shits about
anything other than
money
you have to be the
difference
you are the solution
because, eventually
you will realize
you is all you got
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J.J. Campbell
51 Urban Ln.
Brookville, OH 45309-9277
https://evildelights.blogspot.com
https://goodreads.com/jjthepoet
J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is trapped in suburbia, looking for some lost soul to complete his misery. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at Misfit Magazine, Disturb the Universe Magazine, The Beatnik Cowboy, Mad Swirl and Yellow Mama. Rumor has it he may have a new book coming out sometime before he dies. You can find him most days legally betting on sports and taking care of his disabled mother. He still has a blog, though he rarely has the time to post on it. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)