Poetry from J.J. Campbell

beat me to the punch
i got my nerve
up once to ask
this woman to
marry me
i never got the
chance to find
out the answer
i guess her wife
beat me to the
and on days
like these
cloudy, gloomy
a forlorn sun
dying on the
hesitation has
cost me plenty
in this lifetime
my patience is
finally starting
to wear thin
missing the batteries
watching the people
got an old john prine
song on repeat in
my head
the minutes slip by
like a clock that is
missing the batteries
i see little glimpses
of a dark future in
each of the strangers
that go by
i remember a little
boy that never wanted
to get old
he knows now
suicide was the only
option to make that
these old hands of mine
you can cut
the tension
with a knife
her smoldering
eyes and these
old hands of
i gave up on
these dreams
years ago
the tragic
romantic in me
never gave up
hopefully this
one breaks me
for good
flows the brightest
open your third
eye and sink
into the void
at the time the
neon flows the
it's a journey
you have to go
on by yourself
the most beautiful
woman of your
memories will
greet you there
and explain your
failures in a way
that you no longer
will find the need
to hate yourself
the evil spirits within
my imagination likes
hard liquor the best
anytime the proof gets
over 100, the evil spirits
within me like to start
trace every scar with
their tongues
sometimes i'll close
my eyes and i can
come down from the
cross and actually
enjoy the view

J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is old enough to know better. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at Horror Sleaze Trash, The Beatnik Cowboy, Terror House Magazine, The Rye Whiskey Review and Mad Swirl. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)

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