Tuesday, June 23, 2020

slowly going insane
 
another morning
in a waiting room
 
eavesdropping in
on three or four
conversations at
the same time
 
knowing i am
slowly going
insane
 
the trick i suppose
is enjoying the
ride
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until the last star fades away
 
whispers under a
strawberry moon
 
forever possible
until the last star
fades away
 
sharing a bottle
of wine with all
the ghosts that
visit you every
night in your
sleep
 
the old lovers
 
the dead friends
 
the lost encounters
along the way
 
and soon, the first
bottle becomes the
third
 
and you'll wake
up on the floor
 
and no matter how
much you hope for
it
 
there won't be any
chalk lines around
the body
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the end of this flat circle
 
i'm hoping to get
high enough that
i no longer can tell
where the beginning
and the end of this
flat circle actually
starts
 
where the colors
float in and out of
my third eye and
all sense of purpose
is lost in an ocean
of neon blue sharks
and dolphins that
speak spanish like
an old lover that
actually says
 
significas todo
el mundo para
mi
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kissing someone else
 
she had the coldest
eyes i had ever
fallen for
 
her kisses always
felt like she was
kissing someone
else
 
i would always ask
and she would play
it off that i was the
one with problems
 
eventually, she
moved on without
any explanations
 
i'm pretty sure i
didn't need any
 
in the end, it was
simply a month
of my life i will
never have the
need for again
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a desperate angel
 
a few lines on
the coffee table
 
you remember
these types of
parties from
your teenage
days
 
at least the cocaine
should be better now
 
a few thirsty fools
get in line for the
drugs
 
i'll stick to the liquor
and taking up space
here in the corner
 
it's not that i don't
want to have fun
 
these occasions are
better spent for me
observing
 
drinking away the
blues into some
oblivion where a
desperate angel will
seek a confession
in these arms
 
it's always someone
broken from some
shitty childhood and
we can both see that
brokenness shine in
the smoke of confusion
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written under a freeway in texas
 
never fall in
love with a
female mandolin
player with evil
eyes
 
she will break
your soul
 
take what little
money you have
 
fuck your best
friend and give
you the disease
 
of course, you'll
never learn this
until you have
to live it
 
you're welcome
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J.J. Campbell

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