Poetry from J.J. Campbell

two weeks before christmas
 
endless haze
 
a chance of a
tornado two weeks
before christmas
 
tell me again how
climate change
is a hoax
 
we all know why
the rich are going
to space
 
they have just about
run out of places to
fuck up here
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drift to the beyond
 
i am pretty
much a quiet
and reserved
kind of guy
 
put a little
alcohol in
me and i
loosen up
a bit
 
add some
drugs and
i have been
known to
entertain
with a story
from the
void
 
mix them
all together
and hopefully
i will drift to
the beyond
 
what
a beautiful
thought that
would be
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thursday
 
it's
a
tight skirt
 
and a dirty
imagination
 
my afternoon
just got
 
interesting
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the kiss of the most exotic woman
 
the anticipation hits
your tongue like the
kiss of the most exotic
woman walking the
earth
 
give in
 
say yes
 
let go
 
walk on water
 
rejoice that life
is still an option
 
let all the thoughts
drain from whatever
brain you are using
 
pressure is whatever
you allow to be placed
on you
 
enjoy the control
 
embrace the darkness
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a quiet christmas
 
mom's out of
the hospital
 
covid nearly
killed us both
 
it is going to
be a quiet
christmas
this year
 
not sure which
spirit is going
to bother to
show up

J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is old enough to know where the bodies are buried. He’s been widely published over the last quarter-century, most recently at Horror Sleaze Trash, Cajun Mutt Press, Terror House Magazine, The Beatnik Cowboy and Jellyfish Whispers. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)

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