Poetry from J.J. Campbell

Author J.J. Campbell
Author J.J. Campbell

J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is old enough to know better. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at Duane’s PoeTree, Yellow Mama, Mad Swirl, The Beatnik Cowboy and Heroin Love Songs v2.0.
You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)

truth on a cold day in november 
i never fell for the
belief that social
security would be
there for me when
i’m old my father left me
nothing but his debts my mother swears
she’ll leave me something 
i won’t be around
to know

usually never ends 
grief is a cycle
that usually never ends 
think of it like a river
that you think you know
where you are going  
but a few twists and turns
and you will suddenly realize
the end is mythical at best you’ll be done
when you are

died on the table 
i told my mother
it would be best
for everyone
if i died on the table 
that a scan becomes
an oh shit moment
for the doctor and i’m hurriedly rushed
into a different portion of the hospital 
she told me she doesn’t think of it as funny 
i didn’t say it would be funny 
just a relief to everyone involved

pissed away in the wind 
it’s been years since a beautiful
woman has smiled at me apparently,
all my chances have been
pissed away in the wind 
you have to be so weird
to accept this as reality and
continue to embrace the chance
that forever isn’t as tragic
as the present currently is of course,
insanity is
a fine line-

islands in the stream 
i always wondered
when i was a kid
if kenny rogers ever
fucked dolly parton
on one of those islands
in the stream 
i’d like to think
he at least fucking tried