Five Poems by J.J. Campbell

 

a partially full moon

 

so, it was me, the crickets

and a partially full moon

 

all we were missing was

the ghost of morrison

and however many dead

on the highway

 

visions of the muse trying

to make me a man

 

is it the blue pill, red

or green, oh, fuck it...

take them all

 

nothing matters where we

are going

 

the demons like to dance

to the dirty slow songs

while the hipsters are all

busy trying two turntables

and a microphone

 

be sure to bury my ashes

in the ocean

 

close to all the other

evil fucks

the stupid teenage shit

 

if i had a nickel

for every heartbreak

i imagine i would

still be poor

 

sometimes you just

have to sit back and

think what the fuck

did you do to deserve

this

 

even being honest

with the stupid

teenage shit

 

how does karma get

this fucking twisted

that we end up at

this point

 

at times, i feel like

the gun has already

been fired

 

i'm just waiting to

see where the bullet

enters my body

 

the good days it just

slightly misses

 

as for the bad days,

i do my best to close

my eyes and await

my fate

you would have locked it

 

we started to kiss

and i noticed the

door to the bedroom

was still open

 

she pulled away

and went over

to shut it

 

i said leave it open,

see if we get caught

 

she laughed as she

shut the door

 

i'm not that kind

of woman

 

i laughed and

said yes you are

 

if you weren't,

you would have

locked it

 

she smiled and

got down on

her knees

 

let the fun begin

all the tricks and treats

 

the soul breaks as the heart

gets trampled once again

 

this shit gets old once

you know all the tricks

and treats of the merry

go round

 

a tall glass of whiskey

and all your rowdy

friends

 

a party of none

 

these are the nights

where they expect

you will kill yourself

 

fools

 

you have money on

a few baseball games

 

now, if those bets

go sideways

 

you might as well

start writing the

obituary

having been a child

 

you can hear a pin drop

 

not many people are

comfortable with silence

 

it scares most people

 

as someone with no

children, i can't have

enough of it

 

but having been a child,

i understand why parents

fear it

 

i remember the shit

i did in silence

 

torture imaginary friends

 

bring down governments

with a few clicks on the

computer

 

and people wonder why

i don't want kids

J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is stuck in the suburbs, wondering where the lonely housewives are hiding. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Synchronized Chaos, The Rye Whiskey Review, Horror Sleaze Trash, The Beatnik Cowboy and Disturb the Universe Magazine. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)