the old bar stories By J.J. Campbell

your lips tasted like some 

angel from another planet

of course, you left with 

my friend

well, my former friend

he suddenly didn’t have 

time for me anymore

i can look back at those days

and laugh, mostly because

i don’t have any fucking 

tears left

there’s an old barstool

i used to sit at for hours

think of silly poems

beat every motherfucker 

in there on the pool table

free drinks for most 

of those hours

there was one woman

who actually bought 

me a drink one night

she wanted to have me 

come over for a threesome 

with her husband

of course, she gave me a 

fake number and i never 

saw her again

not that i’m angry or anything

not every day where a threesome

comes up in conversation

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. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)