| 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 done 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 |