with a snap of the fingers the muse wonders if i miss her sitting alone, looking at a blank ceiling thinking about all the years pissed away with a snap of the fingers of course, i miss her the bigger question is does she miss me do i linger on her mind as she struggles to sleep do i flash in her mind as she begins to touch i learned a long time ago to never ask a question if you weren't prepared for an answer you didn't like but the joy of becoming an old bitter soul hearing a no isn't going to disappoint me more than i already am i never wanted to die alone two in the morning on a friday i don't think i have much of a choice --------------------------------------------------------------- just seems more intense these days paradise is on fire the oceans are rising the bombs keep falling on the innocent hero after hero is finding death around that corner i'm sure all the years have been crazy yet as the years go on the crazy just seems more intense these days i am comfortable sitting back and watching the flames devour a world i never got to visit i have friends around the world and i say a little something for them every night before i fade out i'm pretty sure they all happen to live on one-way streets ------------------------------------------------------------ the prettiest girl in the world shooting stars in the quiet of the night wishes never seem to come true my mother told me to have patience and one day the prettiest girl in the world would be mine what a fucking lie --------------------------------------------------------------------- a confession of sorts whispers in the rain a confession of sorts never quite understanding that everyone hates their life you are not special it's a beautiful woman telling you to fuck off children that know you're not the good parent another fucking dreamer in a country that crushes any dream that doesn't involve loads of money trace the lines of her curves from memory thirty some years ago when a simple man got as lucky as one could get she happened to die on your birthday life has never been the same since ------------------------------------------------------------------ forever out of reach neon nightmares of lost lovers stranded in the back of your dreams close enough to picture but forever out of reach letter after letter returned unopened it's one thing to move on it's another to be forgotten i'm sure we'd all like to go back and rewrite a few chapters of our lives turn all that childhood misfortune into the story of a dark knight that becomes a hero remember the late mornings when the love of your life would come over for coffee and cigarettes you'd end up naked, holding each other on the couch for hours no clue about how steep the upcoming hill would be
J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is old enough to know better. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at Cajun Mutt Press, Horror Sleaze Trash, Mad Swirl, Disturb the Universe Magazine and The Rye Whiskey Review. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)