a rumor in the wind
and this what happens
when utopia was always
a myth
love simply a rumor
in the wind
loneliness as common
as the common cold
longing until it goes
out of style
hard to find comfort
in a land of broken
chairs and high
anxiety
tap the arm twice
and find a good
vein
hopefully
this one is laced
with something
milder
lost soldiers in
a frozen retreat
time not weather
the end came
years ago
no one bothered
to notice
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unremarkable
a doctor after
one of my latest
scans said the
results were
unremarkable
i have a few
ex-girlfriends
that would
agree
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slow and deliberate
hard to watch the seconds
tick away when the clock
is always flashing twelve
do you pick from the
pile of dirty clothes
or the pile of not as
dirty
no one warned you life
gets incredibly harder
as you get older and
the money stops
coming in
it makes it harder to
not figure death is
not the easiest but
the most logical
solution to all of
this
no loved ones to
talk you out of
your common
sense
only a fool waits for
a romantic ending
life comes at you fast
why is death so fucking
slow and deliberate
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broken and lonely
temptation is a beautiful
woman without any baggage
coming along for the ride
reality is every scar that
some dumb fuck put on
her in the past you will
be accused of at some
point
i can’t imagine why
anyone wants to
be with me
not like i am some
angelic soul that has
no scars
broken and lonely
what a way to go
through a world
that couldn’t give
two shits that you
exist
it is an endless agony
hoping for a kiss
sometime before
you die
sure, get romantic
on the verge of
another world war
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at the end of the horizon
whispers lost in the wind
all dreams go to die at the
end of the horizon
fifty cents off two lemons
too cold for lemonade
she told me she wanted
to see other people
i asked if i could do the
same already knowing
that answer would be
what it always has been
crash landing in the
middle of hell
do they even write
home letters to loved
ones anymore
somewhere coltrane
is playing and one
lucky soul will hear
it for the first time
if they only knew
it will be all downhill
from here on
J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is trapped in suburbia, plotting his escape. He’s been widely published over the last 30 years, most recently at The Rye Whiskey Review, The Beatnik Cowboy, Yellow Mama, Night Owl Narrative and Mad Swirl. You can find his latest book, to live your dreams, on Amazon by going here: https://a.co/d/0aaEe8ph