Poetry from J.J. Campbell

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bio
J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is old enough to know where the bodies are buried. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at Alien Buddha Zine, Academy Of The Heart And Mind, Under the Bleachers, Horror Sleaze Trash and The Daily Dope Fiend. His most recent chapbook, the taste of blood on christmas morning, was published by Analog Submission Press. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (http://evildelights.blogspot.com)
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another crazy woman
 
another day
another problem
another crazy woman
 
another chance for pleasure
another dance with pure fucking evil
 
another laugh
 
another set of differences to be set aside
 
another dream
 
another look at smoldering eyes
another lick of the lips
another reason to let go
 
another excuse why you can’t
 
another glimpse of the sun turning to black
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a suicide saturday
 
another saturday night alone
 
i got an email from my mother
 
32 things you’ll find in every
grandmother’s home
 
i hit reply
 
all i remember is my cousin
forcing her nipple into my
mouth when i was four at
my grandmother’s home
 
send
 
i haven’t got another email
 
another bottle of bourbon
 
another slow, sad song
 
there’s a voice in the back
of my head that constantly
says no one will miss me
when i’m dead
 
i laugh
 
knowing the fucker is right
 
i grab a pen and paper
 
one of these nights it will
be for the purpose i am
currently trying to avoid
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the robots
 
the robots have taken
over the factories
 
the robots are now
taking over the
bedrooms and
everything related
to love
 
when the robots learn
how to write good
poetry
 
i’ll truly be fucked
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the most wonderful time of the year
 
bomb scare
starts off the
news at noon
today
 
the holidays
are truly here
now
 
an old man will
die from running
a generator indoors
 
and surely a christmas
tree will burn down
a house
 
fear and nutmeg
 
and a damn fruitcake
that no one is willing
to even think to eat
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to call out in pain
 
another sunset alone
 
on the back porch
 
watching the kids
a few doors down
enjoy their youth
 
all my friends
have moved away
and are busy with
their families
 
another holiday
weekend where
i sit in my room
and listen for my
mother to call out
in pain
 
soon, the alcohol
will take over
the evening and
there will be a
final attempt at
something called
life
 
i’m used to going
to bed disappointed
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J.J. Campbell 
51 Urban Ln.
Brookville, OH 45309-9277