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a glorious death
 

mice in the attic

where is the hole

 

here comes the

nightmares at

three in the

morning

 

lucid dreams of

a glorious death

but you can't help

but wonder if you

are jack ruby instead

 

sixty years later

and no one wants

the truth

 

what if our own lives

are a conspiracy

 

that would make

as much sense as

god or the big bang

theory being on every

channel known to man

 

otis redding is on

the radio now

 

a little slice of the truth

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face the world alone
 

first hard freeze

 

winter will soon

be here

 

it gets harder

every year to

face the world

alone

 

the songs get

sadder

 

the days move

along at a snail's

pace

 

you don't have

the guts for the

shotgun in the

corner

 

or the brains to

get yourself out

of this situation

 

determined to

simply run out

the clock

 

a red x for every

remaining day

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the entire bottle
 

everyone ordered

a fruity wine

 

i asked for the

strongest bottle

of liquor they

had

 

the entire bottle sir?

 

you see what

these clowns

are drinking

 

yes, the entire bottle

 

they wanted a light

evening to go over

quarterly notes

 

i wanted to be

either dead or

somewhere else

 

110 proof with

a glass of ice

 

i had no interest

in the glass

 

there was a reason

i enjoyed working

remotely so damn

much

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to see the trees
 

the leaves are

changing colors

 

summer trying

to hang on

 

of course, it will

probably snow

next week

 

i can remember

going miles and

miles as a child

to see the trees

 

now, just go on

youtube and watch

a few videos

 

the way we are

destroying the

earth

 

those videos might

be the only way the

future generations

will understand what

we once had

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struggling to find a meal
 

swimming in treacherous

waters

 

another warm day in

early november

 

leaves piling up

on the streets

 

stray cats struggling

to find a meal

 

the last love of my life

has said goodbye and

the shotgun in the corner

gets more appealing by

the day

 

a misunderstanding

becomes the edge

of a knife

 

hope is the last dancer

for the night

 

you ever wonder why

the tornado spared a

place like this

 

apparently, mother nature

also knows how to work

a pole


J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is stuck in the suburbs, wondering where all the lonely housewives have gone. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Dumpster Fire Press, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Horror Sleaze Trash, The Asylum Floor and The Beatnik Cowboy. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)