Poetry from J.J. Campbell

a bottle or two
my shadow has
always wanted
to kill me
perhaps i never
paid enough
attention to it
when i was little
perhaps i never
offered him the
right drugs
i know damn well
we knocked back
a bottle or two
perhaps my shadow
is a bigger asshole
than i am
ever coming true
wishing for death
does me no good
countless years
of no wishes ever
coming true will
break you eventually
open mouth
insert hose connected
to the tail pipe
i'm sure there are
sexier ways to go
another thing i was
never blessed with
at least by most eyes
no confidence in that belief
i can laugh about
it now but that is
with plenty of
years between
it all
i'm sure my life
was supposed to
be different than
although, i have
no confidence
in that belief
i truly don't want
to believe that this
was supposed to
be my destiny
sadly, i'm not
that cynical
a few more years
and the bitterness
might be the only
taste i have left
dark amazing eyes
it's another set
of dark amazing
hello from the
sweet lips
i like to imagine
it's actually come
fuck me
but i try not to
verbalize that
at least not yet
even beauty can give you
all the shouting
shows are worries
headed for oblivion
your kiss tasted
like a cold
even beauty can
give you a cancer
that will kill you
i don't envy the
woman that wants
to clean up this
Poetry from J.J. Campbell

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, Misfit Magazine and Mad Swirl. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)