The poetry of J.J. Campbell

no end in sight

one of those nights
where vodka and
ambien are the best
case scenario

suicide lovers dancing
in the neon twilight

seeking an adventure
this world can’t
provide

rainbow panties on a
unicorn made from a
leopard’s soul

tempting the other
side of the world with
the mere chance to float
into a sunset on a horizon
that has no end in sight

we are our greatest
fears brushing against
expectations

and the suggestion
that a better tomorrow
isn’t a fool’s errand

but a promise to actually
open our third eye and
break on through every
wall meant to hold
the spirits within

 

 

 

all these years later

i remember the first
time i told you i saw
forever in your eyes

that i had a good
feeling you were
the one

you laughed at me

and correctly predicted
that you would break
my heart

i suppose i should just
be thankful i had a few
good months and had
enough sex that i
remember it all these
years later

you’re probably married
with three perfect children

living the life you
always wanted

i’m not upset about just
being a stepping stone
along the way

simply mad i didn’t have
what you needed to think
twice before walking away


J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) was raised by wolves but managed to graduate high school with honors. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at Horror Sleaze Trash, The Rye Whiskey Review, Yellow Mama, Misfit Magazine and Synchronized Chaos. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)

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