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the summer rain
languishing in
the summer rain
a beautiful woman
has lost the ability
to care
two cervezas
por favor
the kind of night
where you’ll find
out if god actually
exists or the devil
is all you have left
and as usual, given
the music playing
here and the look
in her eye
the devil is winning
yet again
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in those pants
he looked like the kind of
asshole that always takes
the stairs
she, like it seems all nurses,
has an amazing ass in those
pants
i was across the room watching
chuckling that this was most
of the movies i watched in
my 20’s
he started to chat with her
and she gave him a look
that i have seen from most
women in my life
that go fuck yourself look
that only a fool thinks means
something else
this fool started to follow
her
i was hoping she had her
keys in her hand and ready
for the throat
not that i ever got handsy
but i know the move
she didn’t, but the asshole
didn’t realize the husband
was at work today
popcorn is ready
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things to do
blistering heat
ac running day
and night
too hot to think
or do much else
the neighbors put
up screens around
their hot tub
makes it easier to
film i suppose
but of course
someone will mow
their grass for the
second time this
week
i’m not sure what
the need is
it hasn’t rained for
almost two weeks
my mother tells me
it is what happens
with old men that
run out of things
to do
i laugh
tell her i should
send over some
rope and a step
by step guide to
what the neighbor
next door did so
successfully
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somewhere else
summertime at a medical
facility
watching single mothers
drag along four or five
kids that always want to
be somewhere else
my own mother doing her
physical therapy while i’m
out in the lobby scribbling
in a notebook like some
madman that needs to get
this down before planting
the bomb
it never gets to that point
although twenty some
years ago i had all the
motivation a younger
psychopath would need
now, apathy has run its
course and i’m simply
waiting for death
bound to get here
before too long
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on the back porch
fireworks until three
in the morning
good thing i hardly
sleep anymore
found a stray cat
sleeping on the
back porch
got close enough
to make sure it
wasn’t dead
of course, just like
an asshole would
it didn’t appreciate
the concern
one of these days
i’ll make it out of
this town
probably against
my will
and probably by
the use of force
there is always
the chance
i’ll die first
yet another one
of those dreams
that will never
come true
J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is trapped in suburbia, plotting his escape. He’s been widely published over the last 30 years or so, most recently at Drinkers Only, Mad Swirl, The Rye Whiskey Review, The Beatnik Cowboy and Yellow Mama. His latest book, to live your dreams, published by Whiskey City Press, is available at Amazon by going here: https://a.co/d/0huILRpq
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