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
