Poetry from J.J. Campbell

to kill any horse around
 
welcome to the place
where laughter died
 
where the dreams of
innocent children are
hung from a tree for
the birds to pick at
and eventually
slaughter
 
where the crosses are
burned with the same
gasoline that the police
use to trap the wrong
colors on the wrong
street on the wrong
side of this town
 
where the ghosts have
enough drugs on them
to kill any horse around
 
where old poets seek
a quiet death in some
abandoned relic of a
vibrant past
 
when the creative ones
only have violence left
 
run for the fucking hills
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nice and festive
 
they have the christmas
decorations up at the
hospital
 
they look nice and festive
 
it's a quick smile before
the doom starts a few
doors down
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sink deeper
 
old lovers laugh
at me as i sink
deeper into this
fucking depression
 
all chances now
officially pissed
away
 
toxic isn't even
the beginning of
it
 
but the urgency
of now still exists
 
one fist for the bottle
 
both fists for the gun
 
there's bound to be
a cold, lonely night
before too long
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i should change my ways
 
my doctor told me
the other day alcohol
was slowly killing
me
 
i laughed and said
my plan was finally
working
 
he didn't seem
amused
 
told me i should
change my ways
 
that train left years
ago i told him
 
i'm closer to being
one of my heroes
now
 
he said i should
pick better ones
 
i laughed and told
him if i would have
had his life of privilege
maybe that would have
been possible
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a little closer than these old people were comfortable with
 
i was following a
blue car out of town
 
i was running late
and the blue car
couldn't give two
shits about going
the speed limit
 
i never tried passing
the car
 
i probably did get
a little closer than
these old people
were comfortable
with
 
i breezed by them
once we got on the
highway, never
bothering to even
look over
 
i was on the off ramp
getting ready to turn
when that blue car
came by in the other
lane honking the horn
and giving me the finger
 
i laughed
 
hopefully, i'll get the
chance to see that blue
car in town one day
 
you know, return
the favor so to speak

8 thoughts on “Poetry from J.J. Campbell

  1. I always look forward to reading a new installment of your poems, J.J. They are dark and gritty, very honest, and there’s always a vein of humor running through them. I agree with Damon’s comment.

  2. Strong work as always. Behind the cage bars, beneath the thin veneer of civility, the animal within us waits to be released.

  3. So good. Run for the fucking hills. Reminding me of Bukowski with these, keep it up.

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