Saturday, February 3, 2018

A Poem from J.J. Campbell

dripping from the ceiling

whispers in the dark

neon dreams dripping
from the ceiling

sometimes you get so
high even your memories
can bring back the haze

the long stare at a pulsing

eventually you crack the
code and split the sky
into the screams of the lost and lonely

not your head at the
models doing cocaine
in the corner

they will invite you
over but play it cool

the can smell fresh
blood from miles away

get lost in some crazy
beat from the latest dj
from europe

don't worry

none of them can
dance worth a shit

J.J. Campbell (1976-?) has given up the farm life and he's currently trapped in suburbia.  He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Records Magazine, Winedrunk Sidewalk, The Apache Poetry Blog, Horror Sleaze Trash, and October Hill Magazine.  You can find J.J. most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights.  (

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