J.J. Campbell

by Arthur Graham on January 11, 2018

J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is currently trapped in suburbia, wondering where are all the lonely housewives are. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at Rusty Truck, Midnight Lane Boutique, Synchronized Chaos, In Between Hangovers and Tuck Magazine. You can find him most days whining about something trivial on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (http://evildelights.blogspot.com)

 

solitude is a gift
 
pretend this is your
destiny and you are
happy
 
that all the drugs from
your youth made you
a genius
 
that every pretty woman
secretly desires to be yours
 
you are simply playing
hard to get
 
that you sleep alone
each night is a choice
 
that you actually prefer
silence over noise
 
that solitude is a gift
 
that these words actually
mean something to
someone other than
yourself
 
that the one for you
still exists
 
she’s down at the
end of the bar
 
making eye contact
and showing some
leg
 
pretend this is your
destiny and you are
happy
 
she prefers cash

 

last words on a sunday night
 
trace the tattoo with
the tip of your tongue
dipped in the dark
spirits
 
when evil races through
try to ride the wave for
as long as you can
 
fear will hinder your
journey
 
it’s always better to
just give in
 
the poem is always
more interesting
when you wake up
naked on a beach
two thousand miles
away
 
glaring sunshine
burning your
sensitive skin
 
a quick glance for
tourists and then
your last march
into the sea

 

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