Sunday, March 23, 2014

Two Poems by J.J. Campbell

i see the doctor tomorrow

i'd like to die
laughing in
my chair while
dressed in the
only suit i have
ever owned

freshly bathed
and shaved

a new tattoo on
my left arm with
the directions to
a key for a safe
deposit box that
isn't mine

maybe a riddle
on my right calf
for shits and

and a little heart
on each testicle
just because

all in body paint

an ode to the artist
i never became

my last poem
tucked inside
my suit

the perfect poem

the one only meant
for the worms in
the ground

right about then
you remember you
are being cremated

entirely too much bass

tripping into a
neon afterworld

drinking on a cloud
that bounces to the
beat of a demon that
enjoys entirely too
much bass in his
house music

i never thought i'd
enjoy wearing pink
pants and smoking
joints made of
crayola wrappers

kissing the lips
of the latest suicide
girl to get lost on
this side of the

this one is the one

i'm sure this time

can't you just see
us holding hands
on this yellow
brick road to

someone has
mistaken bliss
for reality

i was certain this
generation didn't
want to know
about sadness

J.J. Campbell (1976 - soon) lives and writes on a farm in Ohio.  He's been widely published over the years, most recently at This is Poetry Project, The Blind Vigil Revue, The Camel Saloon, ZYX, and Dead Snakes. His latest book, Sofisticated White Trash (Interior Noise Press, 2013) is available wherever people buy books these days.  You can find him most days bitching about something on his highly entertaining blog, evil delights (  

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