Poetry from J.J. Campbell

Middle aged guy with a big beard standing in a bedroom
J.J. Campbell
on the horizon
 
these old bones
are tired
 
death is on
the horizon
 
the sun getting
closer every
damn day
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crystal fucking clear
 
the sheep still
believe because
they don't know
they are allowed
a different way
of thinking
 
and no matter
how bad their
lives get they
still have to
believe
 
but just wait
until the church
fucks them over
 
then that sad
reality becomes
crystal fucking
clear
 
god never existed
 
jesus was the
unlucky fuck
that failed to
read the fine
print of his
contract
 
and the bible
obviously was
a success
 
but to be honest,
a pretty boring
read
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coffee-stained nightmares
 
laughter in the
fading sunlight
 
coffee-stained
nightmares of a
broken soul left
to rot in a concrete
wasteland
 
bless your heart
means something
else around here
 
stealing kisses
in a laundromat
parking lot
 
the lunatics
are running
the fucking
show
anymore
 
and here come
all the excuses
and lies and the
endless beliefs
that such a thing
should never be
 
enjoy the deafening
silence
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the last fading glance
 
here come the nightmares
 
the sweaty nights of what
could have been
 
the endless thoughts of the
last kiss
 
the last intimate touch
 
the last fading glance of
two souls driven apart
 
and two souls adrift hardly
ever bump into each other
again
 
this isn't a fucking lifetime
movie
 
the slashes up the arm are
real life
 
not a cry for help
but a moment in time
 
a bookmark, meant to have
something funny on it
 
now covered in blood
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from experience
 
at the age
where you
must pick
where you
are sitting
wisely
 
too low
and you
are stuck
there for
a while
 
too high
and your
back will
tell you to
fuck off
 
just right
and you
won’t
have the
realization
that
 
the easy
shit is now
a struggle


J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is trapped in suburbia, plotting his escape. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at Horror Sleaze Trash, Terror House Magazine, The Beatnik Cowboy, Black Coffee Review and Cajun Mutt Press. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights.

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