some rodent says
we're going to
have six more
weeks of winter
i look at all the
snow piled up
on the street and
think someone
should go kill
that little fucker
and make a stew
getting back on two feet
wash away your
sins in another
bottle of expensive
scotch
stare through these
dirty windows and
wonder about the
life that passed you
by
that beautiful woman
you got down on
your knees for
the nightmares of
getting back on two
feet after the coldest
no ever
you try not to think
that you should have
killed yourself the
following day
16 years and still
haunted
when does time
get around to taking
away this pain
unemployed dreamer
my mother is
getting old
her health is
slowly getting
worse and she
openly talks
about death
and killing
herself in
casual
conversations
my sister is
convinced
that this
house she
helped buy
is going to
turn into she
bought her
unemployed
dreamer of
a brother a
home he
didn't earn
and i think
about all the
years i have
listened to
my mother
bitch about
stupid
co-workers
and the endless
grieving for
her soulmate
i suppose my
sister and i
have different
definitions
of earned
J.J. Campbell (1976 - soon) has given up life on the farm for life a
few houses away from a retirement village. He's been widely published
over the years, most recently at Horror Sleaze Trash, Your One Phone
Call, Pyrokinection, The Camel Saloon and ZYX. He's got a few projects
in the works, so keep your eyes on the rest of 2015. but don't hold your
breath... you will eventually die. You can find J.J. most days when
he's not moving boxes of shit from one place to another, on his blog,
evil delights. (http://evildelights.blogspot.
As always, brilliant stuff.
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