Poetry from J.J. Campbell

Poet J.J. Campbell
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remember to laugh
 
laugh
 
sometimes all
you can do is
laugh
 
plans change
 
something
comes up
 
lines of
communication
get neglected
along the way
 
today is one
of those days
where i need
to remember
to laugh
 
especially when
the nurses tell my
mother she's an
hour early for
her procedure
 
somewhere
between the
paperwork
and a phone
call
 
the time change
was lost
 
laugh, remember
to laugh
 
there will always
be plenty of time
for revenge later
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in any traditional sense of the word
 
never fall in love
with a woman that
wants to stick a dildo
in your ass
 
she is incapable of
loving you in any
traditional sense
of the word
 
never fall in love
with a woman who
thinks she is a
dominatrix but is
unwilling to let
the world in on
the secret
 
never fall in love
with a woman who
puts money over
everything
 
friendship,
quiet moments
alone, even god
 
never fall in love
with a woman who
still seeks the privilege
of being an only child
well into her thirties
 
never fall in love
with a woman more
than two states away
from you
 
the distance will be
too much for some to
be able to handle in a
moment of crisis
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still like the taste
 
i think my
imagination
is still in its
early twenties
 
everyone is
still naked
and ready
 
the drugs
still have a
good kick
 
and i still
like the
taste
 
sadly, the
body and
mind haven't
kept up the
pace
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violent in my dreams
 
i often wonder about
my death
 
it has always been
violent in my dreams
 
something tragic or
brutal in the daylight
 
i'd love to die in
my sleep
 
simply fade to black
 
my luck, it will be
upon insertion in
some unlucky
woman
 
the poetic way would
be mid-sentence, right
as the devil starts to...
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a really short drive to crazy
 
i have always known it is
a really short drive to crazy
 
like maybe down the block
or around a fucking corner
 
it has been that way since
i was a child
 
they always told me i was
gifted
 
i read too much and knew
that was a kind way of saying
someone could be really
fucking crazy
 
i preferred savant but that was
my ego always speaking up
at the wrong fucking time
 
i was the type that never had
homework and could be seen
smoking cigarettes with the
homeless on the weekends
while writing poems with
a bottle of cheap wine about
even cheaper women
 
i look around this room
and see the cigarettes are
gone because of a lack
of funds
 
the wine is now a glass
of scotch
 
and the women are still
cheap
 
imaginary has some benefits
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