Monday, June 5, 2017

the evils of the world
a mom shot
two of her
kids in the
head and
them out
to the front
yard naked
what they
were seeing
she told the
police she
wanted to
keep her kids
from the evils
of the world
too bad no
one cared
to keep her
kids away
from the
evil at

like a burning cigarette
the pain on those
dark eyes
two lost souls left
on the side of the
discarded like a
burning cigarette
meant to burn half
the world
we're not all evil
fucks out here to
get the better of
sure, not all of us
are not going to
try to fuck you
without asking
but never hesitate
to remember the
ones that open a
door or bring you
some of these
diseased creatures
even believe in
some wild concepts
like love at first

closer to your soul
wipe your ass until you see blood
that's a sign you are closer to your
put on some coltrane and smoke
those funny cigarettes
have a glass of something that
could double as paint thinner
stare at the empty room and
then imagine all the friends that
left you behind
there is no joy in being the victim
and if you keep believing that a
hero is going to come along one
i have this bridge to sell you...
strike before being struck and
maintain a somewhat pure heart
there will always be trouble
that's called life
you always have the option to
say no

it feels like years
a beautiful
woman says
while you're
replying with
hello, you're
mentally noting
the day and just
how long it has
been since such
an occasion has
it feels like
years although
it's probably
only been a
month or so
it's so much
easier to wallow
than just get on
with life
our fathers could
have taught us
but they were too
busy figuring out
all the shit their
fathers forgot to
teach them

the envy of something
dreaming of a better life
a beach off on the other
side of the world
a beautiful woman and
some how you're
allowed to exist
dreaming of being rich
and fulfilled
drop dead gorgeous
and the envy of
i suppose all my good
dreams died when i
got older
now i dream of not
feeling pain when it
i dream of better
sales at the grocery
of fat that mysteriously
disappears anytime
i wish
i dream of someone
else doing the hard
work for me

sitting here
listening to
my mother
snore in her
hospital room
after her hip
part of me
happy that
went well
and the other
part of me
how many
more years
until i'm
sitting here
in a hospital
room like this
listening for
her final
and will my
sister still be
in the hallway
trying to get
her steps for
the day
J.J. Campbell

Helpless I do not know if good intentions prevail among the elected, among the appointed, leaving me apprehensive that the fate ...