J.J.
Campbell (b. 1976 - ?) lives, writes, and dies a little each day on a
farm in Brookville, Ohio. He's been widely published over the years,
most recently at Zygote in My Coffee, Underground Voices, Jellyfish
Whispers, The Camel Saloon, and Horror Sleaze Trash. His first full
length collection of poems, Sofisticated White Trash, is due out in 2013 from Interior Noise Press. You can find J.J. most days wasting time on his blog, http://evildelights.blogspot. com.
as much genius as disease
when you are
cursed you never
have to worry
about the flame
ever going out
creativity is as
much genius as
disease
enjoy the insanity
and be sure to
write in blood
the deepest ink
known to man
crept upon my face
i woke up the other
morning right after
having a dream
that ended with me
stumbling upon my
father's dead body
i thought i might
have been happy at
the thought or at
least a smile would
have crept upon my
face
but i actually
thought nothing
of it
it was a nice attempt
from my subconscious
to try to elicit some
kind of emotion
but i've moved on
when my father dies
i'll be waiting with
a shovel
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