the type of pain
it's the type of pain
that makes you believe
the end is near
that the knot in your
arm is definitely a
tumor
the type of pain that
makes certain you're
never going to sleep
for more than 2 hours
at a time
the type of pain that
has you eyeing the
bottle of whiskey
thinking fuck it,
why not
the type of pain your
brain has grown tired
of fighting
ready a tall glass
and a white flag
one of them is going
to be thrown down
tonight
that spoon never rusts
dead demons dancing
in the wake of yet
another wicked
love affair
soon that awkward
teenager becomes
a man who is not
ashamed to pay
for what he wants
there is no glory
living in the past
unless that spoon
never rusts
you can always
strive to get ahead
everyone will urge
you to do so
a true friend will
tell you when the
ship is starting
to sink
your hero will
remind you that
hope dies as soon
as you see what a
paycheck can't buy
some eager person
the clock in
my room is
25 minutes
faster than
it should be
and it's not like
i set it that way
because i'm
some eager
person more
than ready for
the world
it happens
on its own
but it's not
exactly easy
to tell someone
you believe
there is a
demon inside
of that clock
radio fucking
with you
that's the kind
of shit that gets
you put away
so for now
it's just a tip of
the cap for this
poems and a stern
warning
i've got my eyes
fixed on you,
you little fucking
demon
bio
J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) lives on a farm in Ohio. He's lost count
of the number of years he's been toiling at this. His most recent work
has appeared at Pyrokinection, My Favorite Bullet, The Camel Saloon,
This is Poetry Project, and The Blind Vigil Revue. In his spare time, he
constantly thinks of ways to get the word out about his book, Sofisticated White Trash (Interior
Noise Press), all while wondering why his fantasy hockey team is
struggling. You can find him most days bitching about something on his
highly entertaining blog, evil delights (http://evildelights.blogspot.
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