Poetry from J.J. Campbell

Author J.J. Campbell
Author J.J. Campbell

naked and smiling at me
back are the days
of sitting in waiting
rooms and dreaming
of the hot blonde
receptionist being
naked and smiling
at me
this is the normal
of a few years ago
hopefully, the poems
won't be far behind
old traditions should be let go
the fucking groundhog
said there would be
six more weeks of
less than two weeks
later and it will be
seventy degrees
i think there always
comes a time when
old traditions should
be let go
i'd much rather lean
on science than shadows
and people dressed like
it is still the 1800's
fish tank
staring at a fish tank
in the waiting room
of a dentist office
it nearly takes up
the entire wall
i guess a portion of
what my mother will
be paying today will
go to food for the fish
or maybe one of those
plastic castles from
some pirate adventure
safe to assume
heard from
an old lover
last night
she responded
to a message
i sent her
a year ago
i guess it is
safe to assume
she isn't missing
me that much
at all
of course,
i responded
new enemies
old friends often
becomes new enemies
in this crazy world
lack of communication
or greed or just good ole
time can do such things
i quit trying to hold on
years ago now
i never was any good at
making friends
and that certainly hasn't
got much better with age
so fuck it
live and let live
we all end up in
the same place

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

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