J.J. Campbell

by Horror Sleaze Trash on September 8, 2017

 
J.J. Campbell (1976 – hopefully soon) is old enough to know better. He’s currently trapped in suburbia, patiently waiting for all the neighbors to die. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at Full of Crow, In Between Hangovers, Yellow Mama, Live Nude Poems and Record Magazine. You can find this asshole most days on his highly entertaining blog, evil delights. (http://evildelights.blogspot.com)
 
 
 
 
the greatest myth of all

sometimes in the morning
i’ll open the blinds in the
kitchen and see a rabbit
out in the backyard
 
suddenly, i’m donnie
darko and all that alcohol
last night wasn’t the
greatest choice i could
have made
 
the promise of your lips
conjures up the feelings
 
and that little bit of
sweat creeps into your
soul
 
loneliness has broken
the last chance i ever
had to succeed
 
the last chance to get
lost in your eyes and
be happy with however
the wind blew
 
the last chance at the
greatest myth of all
 
fulfilling love
 
 
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legs long enough to wrap around your head for the next week or so

to the high 
school girl
sitting across
from me in
the waiting 
room
 
wearing shorts
almost long
enough to
cover her
ass
 
constantly
crossing and
uncrossing her
legs with a little
devious smile
on her face
 
obviously, 
you don’t
understand
what
entrapment
is
 
and lucky 
for you
 
i have never
given two
shits about
breaking
the law
 
 
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every other breath

whispers
 
quiet pleas
of help to
an empty
room
 
the walls
start to
close in
with every
other breath
 
you can’t
control how
others perceive
your past
 
don’t
wallow
in their
ignorance
 
unless you
desire to die
 
laugh at the
thought of
murder or
someone
coming
down from
the cross
 
that what
gives you
life will
also poison
you
 
welcome to
reality
 
 
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harrowing hallways

dance naked in the
dark, harrowing
hallways of my
brain
 
i will always love
the way you never
gave two shits about
what others thought
of you
 
i was hoping you
could teach me
that one day
 
but i was too
late to the party
 
now on the outside
 
looking through
a foggy window
of the soul
 
loneliness creeps
with me like a
damn stray dog
that thinks it has
finally found
home
 
soon the memories
will fade and all
that will be left
is time
 
and my choice of
when to stop it
 
 
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in all the places

searching for the
lost lovers in all
the places i would
expect to find them
 
bars, pawn shops,
emergency rooms
and homeless
shelters
 
i doubt any of
them have even
thought of me
in years
 
i wish i had
those drugs

 

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