Friday, April 20, 2012

J.J. Campbell - Three Poems

The Ugly Truth

drinking with
the devil at
three in the

the elders
once told me
that nothing
good happens
at these hours

they apparently
never found
the beauty in
the ugly truth
on the other
side of the

the vagrants

the would be

and women
just as lonely
as you are

good is a
thought on
nights like

The Joy of Being a Writer

watched a
woman this
morning stick
an ice cube
in her asshole
and watched
another woman
make herself
gag on a

all in the
name of

At the Top of This Burning Empire

a tangerine nightmare
of biblical proportion

an aching kiss on the
hand of a lover that
lost sight of you too
many moons ago to
even remember

the crushing defeat
of time and the
bruised ego

perhaps the victims
will have the courage
to lash out and change
the world

though we all know
that will only happen
if the powers that be
allow it to

another sip of lilac

ready my chair at the
top of this burning

i know three damn
chords, auto tune
and a drum machine

but my vinyl soul will
never truly enjoy the
ever increasing digital
matrix i'm slowly being
swallowed by

J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) lives, writes but mostly dies a little each day on a farm in Brookville, Ohio. He's been widely published over the years, most notably at Chiron Review, Thunder Sandwich, Zygote in My Coffee, and Nerve Cowboy. His first full length collection of poetry is scheduled for release in 2012 from Interior Noise Press. You can contact J.J. via email or at his homepage

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