Wednesday, January 29, 2020

now the war begins by J.J. Campbell

i drink to quiet the
demons inside of me

my liver is failing me

so now the war begins

there will be plenty of
dead on the battlefield

none of us are meant
to be a pretty corpse

and may my final glass
be the strongest shit you
have behind the bar





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)
http://sites.google.com/site/losersincsite/
http://soundcloud.com/j-j-campbell
http://goodreads.com/jjthepoet


-

2 comments:

  1. AnonymousJanuary 29, 2020 at 1:22 PM

    You've captured the poison of alcohol, illnes, death, and the human spirit well with your use of drink in this piece. Cheers!

    ReplyDelete

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

those poems By Keith Pearson

he handed her a book of poems. she leafed through the pages and said what is this it makes no sense. he said it’s not for now it’s for later...

  • Gozzlebeck’s By Terry Jude Miller
    near the on-ramp of I-10 in Crowley, Louisiana we unload our band equipment into the back of Gozzlebeck’s not the real name of the bar but a...
  • A Toast To Lust By Rita S. Spalding
    Diamond hair Bathe in bourbon and butter You are my Sunday prayer You are everything  You are all You are life Rita S. Spalding has had poem...
  • her son By Stephen House
    there is a woman who is sometimes at my local café sitting outside with a glass of white wine and that’s not too unusual but i always notice...