Poetry from J.J. Campbell

Middle aged white man with glasses and a beard stands in a room in front of speakers and movie and band posters.
Poet J.J. Campbell

in the winter blues
stuck in another
waiting room
heat raging in
the winter blues
coat rack full
my imagination
hoping something
young walks in
i don't think it
wants to dream
about the wrinkling
skin under three
layers of clothes
fresh out of some
vacuum space
saving bag
it certainly has
dreamed of worse
plenty of happiness
honesty hurts
laughter doesn't
cure shit
money can buy
you plenty of
true love does
have a fucking
cheaters always
get ahead faster
and death is
a relief
it's up to the
user if it is
sweet or not
i never asked to be born
on the cranky
i remind myself
i never asked to
be born
then i'll think
of my father
and the worms
six feet under
the ground
the anniversary
of the day we
put that fucker
down there is
coming up
a smile
past any sense of reason

there's a darkness 
deep inside of me
that every blue 
moon or so wants 
to come out and 

stir some shit up

push the envelope 
well past any sense 
of reason

this is where i always 
tend to hold back the 
desires and do my best 
to just play it cool

but one of these days

they might as well get
the riot gear ready

madness has no timetable
high heels
the sound of high heels
on tile floors
scratches that itch i will
always have in the back
of my brain
of a long-legged queen
digging those heels in
my chest
with a skirt on short
enough that i can enjoy
the view as i embrace
the pain

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

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