Sunday 25 June 2023

Four Poems by J.J. Campbell


further away


dystopia lovers riding

the edge of a knife


hope slowly fading

as the horizon falls

further away


you hear an old

david bowie song

come from a passing



we could be heroes,

but we're not


the tears start to fall

like snowflakes


you remember when

forever was possible


when love had a taste

that gave you life


yeah, neither do i


one long episode

of what could have



no lucky chances

on this side of town

for over thirty years


i see a sparkle in your eyes

i haven't seen in any human

for over thirty years


such the ever-present angel


determined to squeeze

the marrow out of life


and here i am,

dishevelled and lost


stuck on the mountain

wondering where

kerouac is


eventually, they stop

calling you a genius


the words bum and

waste and fool come

too quickly


the sparkle becomes

a dull light


batteries rusted


another case

of why bother

tripping the night away


the neon drips from my soul


after yet another life spent

tripping the night away


she longingly reaches for

your hand three thousand

miles away


you think of it as the finger

of a god you don't believe



tear down the fourth wall

and marvel at the little

fucker behind the curtain


we certainly aren't in kansas

or fucking oz anymore


some play checkers


while the evil ones

play chess


i never got past

connect four

without ever having to wait in line


the rare days

where the poems

flow like water


like riding your

favourite roller coaster

without ever having

to wait in line


cherish these days


you damn well

know the flipside


where it is like

squeezing water

from a rock to

even get a few

lines out


where the answer

is always no


and the dreaded

questions of self

confidence beat

you down to

where there is

nothing left

J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) was raised by wolves yet managed to graduate high school with honors. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Cajun Mutt Press, The Rye Whiskey Review, Synchronized Chaos, The Beatnik Cowboy and Misfit Magazine. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (

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