Sunday, June 23, 2019

old boxers on the wall by J.J. Campbell

i feel like a character
in a bukowski book

stuck at the bar

fading into the smoke
and pictures of old
boxers on the wall

and between a glass
of scotch and a cheap
cigar

a few words manage
to get scribbled down
into the margins of
the newspaper

nothing brilliant of
course

bit players don’t get
to be fully drawn






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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