Poetry from J.J. Campbell

Poet J.J. Campbell
tickled my fancy
the latest soul
that has tickled
my fancy
a hello seems
through these
we need
to wear
but this is
what happens
when you only
find your
confidence in
the middle
of a pandemic
just imagine my luck
my mother talks
in her sleep now
last night, i caught
her getting up to
go walking
in my head, i was
thinking well, at
least she got her
walker first
but i know now
why all the weapons
were removed
i could just imagine
my luck
on my own
the more i have watched
my mother age, the more
i know i will need to end
this journey on my own
sooner or later
the hollow look in her
eyes screams burden
i was there long before
she was
now the house of apathy
has turned into a competition
the winner gets the last
good urn
in a never-ending pandemic
sweating in a car
writing poems
exactly how i thought
it would go in my forties
waiting on my mother
to come out of a doctor's
appointment in a never-ending
the dystopian dream never
ceases to amaze as long as
your hope has been destroyed
slower and slower
i get the feeling
as the days drag
on slower and
slower during
this pandemic
that death would
be my best chance
to pass the time
it certainly beats
this shit circus
we have right

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