from time to time i saw a lighter and a spoon on the nightstand by the bed she saw me looking at them and uttered she only does that from time to time i told her it wasn't any of my business your life your choice she kissed me with a tear in her eye i was her first non-hypocrite in a long time ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- falling in love again i know i am running out of chances of ever falling in love again i wouldn't say i'm desperate but i know i can hear the old soul in me growing impatient the joys of being a loner... but it isn't like they are beating the door down to find me one broken soul has stepped up and thrown her hat in the ring now, it is up to this broken soul to actually pick the fucking thing up ------------------------------------------------------------------------ have her way with me the latest muse wants to come over and have her way with me of course, the middle of a pandemic and suddenly i'm popular again i have the luck of someone that's been dead for years and if this is the after life i'm really happy i didn't waste all that time in church ----------------------------------------------------------------------- surrounded by death all these years surrounded by death you can't help but think about it every now and then and as much as i love to die in my sleep i know the chances get slimmer and slimmer each year the evil side of me wants to die on the toilet like elvis oh, the fucking irony the poet in me wants to die inside the wife of someone else in reality, i'm sure it will be by attrition or right before i was supposed to suddenly be rich ----------------------------------------------------------------------- in the arms of my first love i had a dream last night i died in the arms of my first love i know i should tell her about the dream but i'm not sure what that would accomplish all the miles between us aren't getting closer anytime soon and knowing my luck, when they do i'll be too late i know i am officially old when my life becomes lyrics from a social distortion song
J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is old enough to know better. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at Black Coffee Review, Horror Sleaze Trash, The Beatnik Cowboy, The Black Shamrock and Cajun Mutt Press. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)