another sign of getting older
 
here comes a
sexy woman
in glasses
 
my knees
just got
weak
 
is it love
 
or fucking
arthritis
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on the lonely nights
 
i still remember you
standing in front of
me in only a towel
 
you kissed me and
dropped the towel
on the floor
 
on the lonely nights
 
i think of you and
your family out
west
 
all the years of
what could have
been
 
the towel was
maroon
 
and i still remember
your sweet taste
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slowly creeping along
 
as much as people
warned me that time
flies when i was
younger
 
i'm stuck in the days
of it slowly creeping
along
 
i like to believe i can
bend time and slip in
and out of the creases
of existence
 
sadly
 
they don't make those
drugs anymore
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welcome to this ugly world
 
if beauty is in
the eye of the
beholder
 
i imagine we
all need to have
our eyes checked
again
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waiting room chairs
 
they don't make
waiting room
chairs for
someone with
a bad back
 
damn good thing
i enjoy the pain

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