a spider coming down
from the ceiling at three
in the morning and all
the reasons why you
should have stopped
drinking gin years ago
ruby lips wrapped around
the wrong thing yet again
she swears she loves you
and all you can imagine
is being penniless, pissing
into a bottle, scribbling
madness on concrete
with your own feces
crack open a bottle of
brandy just north of
chicago and watch it
snow on a balcony ten
floors from forever
if i was a better man
i would have jumped
her porn star eyes haunt
me on these kind of nights
sirens blasting
tornadoes revolving
two out rallies in the
bottom of the ninth
remember when your
father gave you a beer
when you were six
he didn’t want to be
the only one with a
disease
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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