J.J. Campbell 2

by Ian on August 18, 2011

J.J. Campbell lives, writes but mostly dies on an 80 acre farm in Brookville, Ohio. He’s been widely published over the last 16 years, most recently at ZYX, Fox Chase Review, ART:MAG, Underground Voices and Gutter Eloquence Magazine. You can contact him via email jcampb4593@aol.com or at his homepage.

like a disease of the teenage years
 
a paisley daydream
of naked women
dancing at my feet
 
a long pipe of joy
being passed around
like a disease of
the teenage years
 
i want to be smiling
when i die
 
i could hope for
laughter but there
are still those that
believe in world
peace
 
i never knew your
ass would look so
good in those jeans
 
next round on me
 
make hers a double
and put it on my tab
 
one last look before
we dance with the
devil that brought
us here
 
two left feet never
felt so confident
before
 
the beauty of
alcohol


kung fu theater of the mind
 
each time i look
into your eyes it’s
like i am stuck in
the kung fu theater
of the mind
 
those lovely curves
and my eager hands
always seem to be
one step out of sync
 
and this constant
miscommunication
has this poor boy
seeing blue
 
though i learned a
long time ago
 
never leave a kung
fu movie before the
end
 
nudity always happens
when you least expect
it

a younger woman
 
don’t cum
in my mouth
i have rules
she said
 
and here i
thought fucking
around with a
younger woman
was going to
be fun

rock bottom
 
it’s been a
few months
since i’ve heard
from the last
woman i had
sex with
 
so much
for remaining
friends
 
probably for
the best
 
after all
 
she’s found the
love of her life
by now
 
the rest of them
did after me
 
i suppose in the
scheme of things
 
i am rock bottom

the rapture
 
a freshly planted
field of corn now
under water
 
tornado warnings
 
hail the size of
softballs
 
we all should
have known the
rapture wasn’t
going to happen
until oprah’s final
show had aired
 
thunder
 
lightning
 
wave after wave
twenty minutes
apart
 
standing by the
new bay window
watching this old
tree hang on for
dear life
 
i might as well
pull up a chair
and wait to see
if it starts raining
frogs

J.J.’s first feature on HST is here.

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