yet another one you
can't help but stare
at those haunting
eyes
she catches you
but you're old
enough now that
you don't even
bother playing
it off
you've heard stories
that some women
actually like the
creepy ones
and no matter how
many times you've
struck out
you just know that
those stories are true
the process of being erased
fading smiles meant
for luckier souls
if loneliness is a
disease you believe
they should name it
after you
you drove into town
today and saw a body
being wheeled out of
a house
you didn't know to
smile or cry with envy
old lovers are simply
figments of the
imagination
by now
and all those memories
are in the process of
being erased by
enormous amounts
of alcohol
bio
J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) lives and writes on a farm in Ohio. He's
been widely published over the years, most recently at Regardless Of
Authority, The Camel Saloon, Klar (Norway), Miracle Magazine, and Gutter
Eloquence Magazine. He foolishly believes that his latest book, Sofisticated White Trash, should be read by every living soul on Earth. You can find him most days bitching about his life at his blog, evil delights (http://evildelights.blogspot.
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