Friday, October 19, 2018

a damn duck

a slight
drizzle
can be
pure
fucking
misery
on these
dreary
days

only
a damn
duck
would
enjoy
such
shit

you
remember
the days
when you
could get
high enough
to actually
imagine
such a
thing
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the third of june

this stranger said i look
like her father did nearly
twenty years ago

this on the 50th anniversary
of andy warhol getting shot

i'm not saying there's a
coincidence but this noose
around my neck is tightening

the stranger is now telling
me a story about her best
friend finding her husband
online and would i be
interested

i haven't had my morning
coffee and it smells like
the morning shit will be
coming soon

the stranger tells me she
loves jesus

i tell her she might want
to read a few of my poems
before she does something
she will regret

the stranger asks what that
could be and i send her a
link to a poem about a boy,
a burning cross, a dead
woman and stained panties

i'm highly doubting that
stranger comes back again
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another old woman wearing glitter

another late lunch

another old woman
wearing glitter

sadly, this strip
club has the best
buffet

chicken wings

some tight curves

and the occasional
flash of pussy

sometimes you
leave with lipstick
smeared across
your pants

the best fifty dollars
a lonely man can
spend

at least until you
get tested again
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an old pair of jeans

i pray to
the aliens

hope there's
still room left
on whatever
ship is taking
us away from
this shithole

although
my patience
is like an old
pair of jeans

tattered, holes
unwashed and
they fucking
stink

the price of
living i suppose
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that could burn through the sun

my nurse has
eyes that could
burn through
the sun

it's raining
today and
this pain is
unbearable

fuck, i wish
these doors
could lock
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a little slice of the world

years ago, i looked in
the mirror and wondered
when i was going to grow
the fuck up and be a man

i still laugh at that

thinking of all my examples
and my stubborn ways

death is easier than change

and now that i'm at a place
where i would love to find
the right woman and carve
out a little slice of the world

all the right women have
already moved on

loneliness is knowing the
rest of the world no longer
cares

i've crept close to that
fucking edge before

these are the days where
i feel inclined to just
fucking jump
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J.J. Campbell

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