Thursday, October 24, 2019

ten shots of booze by J.J. Campbell

the first shot
is for the long line
of drunks and assholes
before me

the second shot
is for all the women
who knew i was a
waste of their time

the third shot
is for all the lost souls
that beat me to the
finish line

the fourth shot
is for a rising sun
and a chance to fuck
it all up again

the fifth shot
is for that lonely
soul at the end of
the bar looking better
with each one of these

the sixth shot
is for the drive home
and avoiding the police

the seventh shot
is for superstition

the eight shot
is because i could
always use another

the ninth shot
is the one for the road

the tenth shot
is poured at home
by the stranger that
came along for the ride






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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