Saturday, December 5, 2020

some attention by J.J. Campbell

here come the 
nights where the 
imagination draws 
a blank

the nights where
your demons 
demand some 

nights where all 
the secrets bubble
to the surface
like toxic waste

there isn’t enough

not enough bent

coltrane bleeds
with an urgency
rarely ever felt
like this

you see every 
mistake in the 
flame from a 

every fleeting 
desire you no 
longer want
to feel

the air starts to 
smell like death 
and one of these 
nights, the sun
won’t bother to 
show up in the 

J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) was raised by wolves yet managed to graduate high school with honors. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Red Eft Review, The Beatnik Cowboy, Synchronized Chaos, Horror Sleaze Trash and Cajun Mutt Press. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (

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