on a three-day bender
she was an hourglass
missing the sand
i was the last drop
of goodness in a
bottle of jack daniels
on a three-day bender
outside of new orleans
we danced with
cajun queens
did lines of cocaine
with some crazy dude
that gave dance lessons
and in his spare time,
tattoos
a kiss became something
more while strolling past
a graveyard
and yes, we dabbled
in voodoo, you know,
you only live once
but she wasn't thrilled
with being a passenger
and i have never been
satisfied with life as
a tourist
one of these days
either together or apart
we'll find our glass
of sweet tea
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i had already thought of killing myself
i remember when i was
eight years old and told
my father he sucked at
being a parent
i had already thought
of killing myself
but now i was looking
to help my mother out
by having my father
kill me
at least she would have
her way out of the
shitty marriage
he eventually knocked
my bedroom door off
of the hinges and grabbed
me by my head and told
me i brought you into
this world, i can take
you out of it as well
i told him he didn't have
the balls to kill me
he threw me into the
wall and walked out
my father went to
vietnam to die
he came back a
gutless soul
not once at fault
for anything
later that night
my mother forced
my father to tell me
he loved me
we both knew
he was fucking
lying
but mom believed
miracles exist
all these years
later
him dead in the
ground
and myself damn
near close as well
my mother is still
waiting for that
miracle
i pat her on the back
and tell her there is
no reason to die
disappointed
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like a sweet sorrow
your tears taste
like a sweet
sorrow
we always could
dim the lights
and pretend
we are aliens
discovering
what edible
panties taste
like
i could spend
hours trading
horror stories
with you
i fall asleep
now to you
whispering
spanish
nonsense
in my ears
your accent
makes me
wet in all the
right places
may we have
the death you
always dreamed
about
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keeping you alive
pretend your pain
is the only thing
keeping you alive
but there's always
the hope for a new
pill to cure it all
relax
you live in a place
where hope goes
to die
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and beyond flexible
when i see the twenty
somethings that are
beautiful and beyond
flexible
i start to wonder how
many times those legs
could be wrapped
around my head
of course, then i start
to think about how
much that fantasy
would actually cost
someone like me
and i don't have
that many zeroes
in my bank account
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once the money went away
i had a woman
stuff her panties
in my mouth
once
sadly, she had
no interest in
me once the
money went
away
neither did
anyone else
for that matter
and then there
are the days
where my hands
say enough is
enough
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J.J. Campbell
