Poetry from J.J. Campbell

Author J.J. Campbell
Author J.J. Campbell
thunderstorms this weekend 
yet another chance of snow tonight 
and then thunderstorms
this weekend 
the typical weather here in ohio 
wait ten minutes and then be pissed off
yet again

the best medicine 
they say laughter
is the best medicine 
they obviously have
never drank a bottle
of whiskey while
taking morphine

misery and tears 
near the end of my grandmother’s life,
she looked like willie nelson 
she couldn’t play the guitar worth a shit
and certainly didn’t have willie’s weed 
but she did have his whiskers 
by this time, her mind was fucking gone 
she was reliving her childhood
in the hills of kentucky 
through the depression and wars
and eighty some years of mostly
misery and tears 
she certainly could have used
the weed

too much of an asshole 
positive thinking
never worked for me 
i’m too much of a realist
too much of an asshole
to think i am well
or the world is a better place 
i figure my father
never said he loved me 
and i have passed that gift to the world 
these cycles tend to never end

souls better than ours
another night
where the gin tastes as good as your legs
look in that black dress 
we’ll dance the night away
under a neon moon pass
back memories of the lives
we have finally left
behind by morning we’ll be miles down
a road meant for souls better than ours 
but we’ve cobbled
together yet another
chance to find the love that has kept
us running for years now may the bliss
of what could be save us before death
finally knocks down the door

J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) was raised by wolves yet managed to graduate high school with honors. He’s been widely published over the last 25 years, most recently at Heroin Love Songs v2.0, Horror Sleaze Trash, Cajun Mutt Press, Rusty Truck and The Rye Whiskey Review. you can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)