soft lips
and a cold
embrace
from
a woman
who has
chased all
her fears
with a
bottle
and a
spoon
i can sense
that you're
not sure i
won't just
be the next
one to fuck
you over
here's where
i'm different
from all the
other ones
i'll never
promise
you i'm
not
these listless bones
faint whispers
of hope fall
on deaf ears
spread your
sadness on
whole wheat
bread
depressions
doesn't
mean you
can't watch
your calories
though that's
hardly likely
these listless
bones have
seen better
days
yet another
sunset that
isn't a fire
the freaks
don't even
bother with
this part of
town
ignorance is truly bliss
wash your hands of
your sins and pretend
that ignorance is
truly bliss
it's the quickest way
to success
J.J. Campbell is old enough that his back hurts each time it rains.
He's been widely published in the small press, most recently at The
Camel Saloon, ZYX, Raw Dog Press, Hobo Camp Review, and Pyrokinection.
His latest collection, Sofisticated White Trash (Interior Noise
Press), would make a great Christmas gift for a loved one. Find it
wherever you happen to buy books these days. You'll find J.J. most days
bitching about something only he cares about on his blog, evil delights.
(http://evildelights.blogspot.
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