Sunday, June 9, 2024

the same hollow words By J.J. Campbell

two hours of sleep

demons in the attic 

yet again

laughing at the cross 

and all the bullshit

they shoved down 

your throat

another empty bottle 

of jack

the doctors are sure 

your liver is going 

to fail soon

the same hollow words 

you heard twenty years 


maybe it is the irish 

in you

they are too scared 

to take you

at least for now

i’m sure one of those 

better angels have a 

bullet with your name 

on it

as long as it is a headline

in the papers

J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is old enough to know better. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Synchronized Chaos, Disturb the Universe Magazine, The Beatnik Cowboy, Lothlorien Poetry Journal and Black Coffee Review. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (

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