Poetry from J.J. Campbell

Middle aged white man with a beard standing in a bedroom with posters on the walls
J.J. Campbell
the neon nights of my youth

listening to an

old elton john



thinking of the

neon nights of

my youth


where the drugs

lifted me to

endless heights


where the drinks

made me invincible


where women

seemed to still

be interested


where the yellow

brick road seemed

like it was still

possible it always

drink for courage

some people drink

for courage and

others are trying

to cope with the

pain of life


some like to unwind

and others think of

the magical powers

they suddenly posses


i find it more likely

these days that i'm

drinking to hopefully

end all of this way

sooner than the

powers that be



plus, arthritis has

made it rather

difficult to hold a

gun or tie a fucking



so, it's either the

bottle or a good

hose and some

duct tape


when the bottle stops

helping to write these



be kind enough to

check my garage

if you don't hear

from me for a few

the retired life

two cups of coffee


fall asleep in the

sun like a cat


i tell my mother

to enjoy the retired



she doesn't


can't come to terms

with getting older

and not being able

to do certain things



i'm always there

to help


even though most

of the time she

doesn't bother

to ask


i tell her pride

will kill her faster

than any disease
wars have been fought over less

soft brown skin


years of regret


a lover's lament


it was us against

the world


now we can't see

past each other to

accomplish anything


wars have been

fought over less


and no matter how

much either side

wants to give in

and let the calm

set in


pride and the ego

always get in the



a lack of


will be the end

of us all
the smallest nugget of joy

you ever noticed

the death poems

come easy


but how you

languish over

the page for



for happiness


for even the

smallest nugget

of joy


but death


that cold reality


the cruel mistress

that always laughs

at your pain


it's the old routine

or perhaps


you always



that death was

always a part

of life


just a part that

most are unwilling

to talk about or

even consider

J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is old enough to know better. He’s been widely published over the last quarter century, most recently at The Rye Whiskey Review, Disturb the Universe Magazine, Carcinogenic Poetry, Lothlorien Poetry Journal and Horror Sleaze Trash. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)

2 thoughts on “Poetry from J.J. Campbell

  1. JJ,
    Just passing through and saw your poems. You certainly have a way with words. I and many others enjoy your work. Memories help pass the time. Hang in there, brother.
    Hold the load,

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