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

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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
soon
 
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
 
although,
it certainly has
dreamed of worse
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plenty of happiness
 
honesty hurts
 
laughter doesn't
cure shit
 
money can buy
you plenty of
happiness
 
true love does
have a fucking
price
 
cheaters always
get ahead faster
 
and death is
a relief
 
it's up to the
user if it is
sweet or not
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i never asked to be born
 
on the cranky
days
 
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
 
suddenly
 
a smile
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past any sense of reason

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

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
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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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