Poetry from J.J. Campbell



when you are defeated
there is no joy when
meeting a beautiful
woman when you
are defeated
when this universe
has broken you
when all the old
friends have moved
on and you can’t
remember how to
make new ones
please and thank
you only get you
so far
and being kind isn’t
exactly telling a
woman you just
thought what her
inner thighs would
smell like wrapped
around your face
and you can’t
exactly pass a
love note while
at the bank
that might just
give the wrong
a sigh of relief
the muse
asked me
the other
night what
size my
penis is
i told her
and she
let out a
sigh of
that almost
makes me
think she
wants to
see it one
this kind of pleasure
a friend asks you
to describe the pain
i tell her to take a
hanger and stick it
in the electrical outlet
that shock you feel
pretend it’s constant
and it pulses at times
and then wrap your
head around the fact
that you like it
that it makes you
contort your body
and then touch yourself
at inappropriate times
she asks if i’m feeling
the pain now
i told her i was picturing
her naked, rubbing that
hanger against my neck
as she grinded down on
and as long as the pain
brings this kind of
the world will be safe
from all of my potential
one of those nights
i listen to
your stories
of the crazy
men and
crazy nights
and can’t help
but wonder if
i will get lucky
to have one
of those nights
for myself
admitting defeat
smooth black skin
and endless dreams
of what could have
those long legs
walked out of
my life years
ago and i’m
still trying to
win them back
i have a hard time
admitting defeat
you know, where
there’s a will,
there’s a way
while i’m still
breathing, i still
have a chance
insert your favorite
cliche here
most people understand
that’s called insanity
i know they are right
but it makes for a better
story to say they just
don’t understand
J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is old enough to know better. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at The Dope Fiend Daily, The Rye Whiskey Review, Otoliths, Horror Sleaze Trash and Cajun Mutt Press. His most recent chapbook, the taste of blood on christmas morning, was published by Analog Submission Press. You can find him most days waxing poetic on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (http://evildelights.blogspot.com)
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