Poetry from J.J. Campbell

Author J.J. Campbell White man with a large beard and a black tee shirt and eyeglasses stands in a bedroom with posters in the wall.
Author J.J. Campbell
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



my mother

told me to

have patience

and one day

the prettiest

girl in the

world would

be mine


what a


a confession of sorts

whispers in the rain


a confession of sorts


never quite understanding

that everyone hates their



you are not special


it's a beautiful woman

telling you to fuck off


children that know

you're not the good



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




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



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)