in the middle of writing a poem
i always love when
my arthritis starts
flaring up right in
the middle of
writing a poem
i have only
survived these
years by finding
pleasure in the
pain
god help us all
when that stops
happening
———————————————————-
love letters to female prisoners
is it possible life
has passed me by
possible all the
former lovers
weren’t the ones
to make the mistake
all the old guitars
collecting dust
all the things
i tried for pussy
this pen served me
as well as any of
them
i might as well be
writing love letters
to female prisoners
and as the mundane
starts to swallow me
everyday
prison becomes
a relative topic
modern day slavery
someone is always
making money off
of someone
———————————————————
walk in the park at dusk
here come the virgins
the terrorists were
promised
all the freedom we
gave up to feel secure
now our own nation
points the gun at each
other
kids can’t play outside
you can’t walk in the
park at dusk
and god forbid, don’t
you dare be mentally
ill
too bad we can’t make
money off of them
if that ever changes
suddenly…
———————————————————-
trying to steal my heart
an angel with dark hair
panties begging to be
yanked off
a smile that seems to
be too good to be true
the latest trying to steal
my heart although, i am
a willing victim
this one wants to get to
know me enough so she
can travel across the
country and fuck me
my inner child starts
to sprint
but the battered soul
inside knows there is
no way this will ever
come out good
all the while, i’m trying
to play it cool
i certainly believe i’m
due a fucking break
——————————————————–
words are not enough
the spanish princess cries
herself to sleep in my arms
complains about the pain,
life and all the miles between
us
i feel helpless, know that
words are not enough
fall in love with an introvert
and come to terms with a
brand new level of frustration
stuck in the old century of
love letters and flowers,
boxes of candy and a glass
of wine at sunset
how in the fuck did so
much time pass us by
J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is trapped in suburbia, wondering where all the lonely housewives have gone. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at Cajun Mutt Press, The Rye Whiskey Review, Misfit Magazine, just good poems and The Beatnik Cowboy. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)