lonely eyes
i once had a woman
tell me i had lonely
eyes
i laughed and told
her she could do
something about
that
she laughed and
said she wasn't
interested
i asked her if they
suddenly looked
sad
she said yes
but she only
finds happy
people
attractive
i excused
myself from
the conversation
as i knew i wasn't
going to be attractive
anytime soon
the world never stood a chance
i miss
the taste
of your
skin
the lonely
nights where
it was just us
against the
world and
the world
never stood
a chance
you're off to
god knows
where and i
can't even
fathom that
you have
thought of
me in years
and here i am
reaching for
a towel after
another meeting
with my past
you, a glass
of wine, black
lingerie and
the greatest
two hours
of my life
before the pain takes over
thunder
in the
distance
back
tightening
up
misery
is
anytime
i see
blue
on a
weather
map
J.J. Campbell (1976 - soon) lives and writes on a farm in Ohio.
He's been widely published over the years, most recently at ZYX, Nerve
Cowboy, The Camel Saloon, Pyrokinection, and My Favorite Bullet. His
latest collection, Sofisticated White Trash, is available
wherever people happen to buy books these days. You can find him
bitching about life and sports on his blog, evil delights. you can find
it at http://evildelights.blogspot. com.
Brilliant. J.J is a fucking genius.
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