Tuesday, January 16, 2018

chaos is
 
chaos is currency in
these troubled times
 
chaos is two star-crossed
lovers mainlining the
future
 
chaos is a glass of something
strong after the first five didn't
work
 
chaos is the beautiful woman
that allows you to look but
never touch without the right
amount of cash
 
chaos is a system created to
enjoy the failure of others
 
chaos is convincing yourself
that jesus still loves you
 
chaos is a man with two left
feet deciding tonight is the
night the dance floor becomes
his stage
 
chaos is when the last woman
at the bar says no
 
chaos is a lonesome drive home
ignoring the flashing lights and
sirens off in the distance
 
chaos is waking up in a pile of
your own shit after a night of
white russians
 
chaos is the joy of wanting to
do it all again
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under a thousand stars
 
i remember sitting
by the river one
night
 
smoking a cigarette
under a thousand
stars
 
laughing about the
woman that just left
me and the pile of
bills on the kitchen
table
 
the bottle of gin
was empty
 
time to see what
advice mr. daniels
has for me
 
i think i smoked a
pack of cigarettes
that night
 
i stopped cold turkey
about a week or two
later
 
with love out of the
picture i had to make
a decision
 
either the smokes or
the booze had to go
 
and honestly
 
i like clothes that
don't have to be
sprayed over and
over again
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dysfunction gave way
 
the cold settles
in for the post
christmas blues
 
first time i can
remember there
being snow on
the ground on
this day for years
 
and amazingly
 
dysfunction gave
way this year to
friends and alcohol
and well behaved
children
 
as i was sitting
there listening
and drinking
 
i thought back to
the little shit i was
as a child
 
it's certainly easier
to understand why
i am hated and alone
 
it could always be
worse i suppose
 
i could have my
own children to
fuck up as well
 
so, i'm not as evil
as you think
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rice krispies in milk
 
i got up from my sister's
couch and both of my
knees popped
 
kind of like the sound
of rice krispies in milk
 
was that your knees
my sister asked
 
yeah, i achingly said
 
jesus, she said
 
don't worry, i replied
 
soon, i'll be nothing
but replaced parts
probably made by
small children in
china
 
she laughed
 
i went down the stairs
to go watch a basketball
game
 
think fondly of all those
years ago, when i could
actually run a court and
was in range as soon as
i walked in the gym
 
i caught a glimpse
of myself in a mirror
 
that was certainly
a few lifetimes ago
by now
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three bad decisions away from a night in jail
 
the distant look
in the eyes of the
woman you love
 
she's no longer
there
 
you know it but
you're a stubborn
fucker often unwilling
to accept no for an
answer
 
but any attempt
to change her mind
will be futile at best
 
you're three bad
decisions away
from a night in
jail
 
watching taillights
fade into the horizon
might be the best
decision you have
ever made
 
there's a bar at the
end of the street
 
there's a glass of
something strong
with your name
on it
 
her legs will go
on for miles
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some slow songs in the background
 
a sunday
morning
in the
sunshine
 
looking
through
the
coupons
in the
newspaper
 
a cup of
coffee and
some slow
songs in the
background
 
i look
around
this empty
room and
wonder if
death will
be more
lively
 
the
mundane
never
fucking
agreed
with me
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J.J. Campbell

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