Monday, December 9, 2019

some place tropical
shaking hands
the threat of
snow in the air
yet another winter
wondering about
money to pay for
heat, food, whatever
will break down
in this old home
the kids want to
send me away
someplace tropical
i'd rather die
i'm comfortable
where i spent all
this blood, sweat
and tears
the scam artists
i laugh at
how creative
the scam artists
are getting these
they still have
the misfortune
of catching me
on the wrong
day and facing
as much hell as
i can muster at
the moment
of course, the
rare real person
gets caught up
in the bullshit
every now and
i've stopped
for it
the sane ones
a sticky night in new orleans
in my dreams
it's a sticky night
in new orleans
both of us hammered
neon souls dripping
in the middle of
the street
she kisses me
and suddenly
my haunted soul
lifts ten feet off
the ground
one of these nights
these dreams will
start to resemble
come fuck me eyes
the neon queen
flashed those
come fuck me
eyes last night
i told her she
tasted like
sunshine if the
sun was made
of the sweetest
juice known
to man
gum drops for
nipples and an
ass so inviting
i wondered how
many licks will
it take to get to
the middle of
her soul
a few more trips
down this river
and i will know
that old college try
there's a certain
hatred i have for
of course, being
poor, that's often
all i can afford
so, you make do
put forth that old
college try, even
though i only
went to college
for three days
thank god
my imagination
is at a level
unknown for
most mortals
it's the only thing
keeping me sane
J.J. Campbell

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