Friday, April 4, 2014

J.J. Campbell- Three Poems

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

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
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

i've got my eyes
fixed on you,
you little fucking

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 (

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