Tuesday, October 30, 2018

The Last Time Anything Meant Anything. by J.J. Campbell

drops of Jupiter
on the radio and
i’m thinking of
the last time i
held you in
my arms

the last time
anything meant
anything to

the last time i
danced under
the moon with
a bottle of

the last time the
words i love you
carried a weight
i could actually

J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) was raised by wolves and is currently trapped in suburbia. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Record Magazine, Misfit Magazine, The Beatnik Cowboy, Mad Swirl and Synchronized Chaos. His latest chapbook, the taste of blood on christmas morning, was published by Analog Submission Press in July 2018. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (http://evildelights.blogspot.com)

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