this is the new year by J.J. Campbell

 a rusty razor blade and new skin

 

the smell of success is never

around here anymore

 

two lovers in the next room

argue over a tv remote

 

their child is using a credit

card to line up sugar fresh

out of the packets

 

someone must have snuck

in to watch scarface yet again

 

this is the new year

 

a fresh death in new clothes

 

reckless abandon sent to die

in a small town in kentucky

 

we all become our least

favorite song

 

only the rich get to write

their own endings

 

we are left to fate

 

to fade

 

to succumb to all the perils

of life on the underside of

a greedy ass dream

 

say hello to my little friend

 

 

 

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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