The poetry of J.J. Campbell

our better angels

i’m sure jim morrison
thought it was just going
to be a nap

i’m sure our better angels
never thought the musket
would become a machine
gun

i believe one day all the
aborted children will
come back and thank
us for sparing them
from this horrible
world of gas chambers
and nuclear weapons

i once saw a homeless
man holding a sign that
said…

you can have your peace
i just would like a piece
of…

i asked him if the blank
space was for food or
imagination

he could only mutter ass

he just needed a piece
of ass

i handed him a twenty
and pointed him in
the right direction

i’m pretty sure that was
the day i got my wings

 

 

a compliment taken the wrong way

bow down to forever

the human tendency to
invent any reason possible
for our better angels to
never meet

never fall in love

never fight for the
future together

instead, we tend to
get caught up in
celebrity

a compliment taken
the wrong way

endless greed

apathy

isolation

stuck in a box
on a computer screen
with all our faceless
friends

all i ever wanted was
for a woman to look
me in the eyes and say
i love you and mean it

death is on the horizon

hope left on the last
train out of town

another night and yet
another bottle to help
you make it through


J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is old enough to know where the bodies are buried. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at Under the Bleachers, Synchronized Chaos, The Beatnik Cowboy, Mad Swirl and Otoliths. His most recent chapbook, “the taste of blood on christmas morning” was published by Analog Submission Press. You can find him waxing poetic most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (http://evildelights.blogspot.com)

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