The Last Drop of Regret on Your Lips
share a bottle of vodka
with your crush from
the eighth grade
it will be the last time
you ever see her smile
roam the streets downtown
at four in the morning
loneliness is when no one
bothers to notice anymore
walk in the cemetery
and listen to the ghosts
pain is the last drop
of regret on your lips
tripping the light fantastic
in a purple velvet suit
suddenly, you realize
you are the sore thumb
that desperate soul doing
whatever to be noticed
forgetting that yourself
was always enough
that was what all the
punches and names
and slaps across the
face was trying to
suppress
These Are the Nights That Never End
the thin line between
forever and hate
the agony of the best
thing to ever grace
your lips walking away
to a better tomorrow
these are the nights
that never end
the bottles all go empty
but the soul needs more
like a junkie
like a lost lover on the
last bender known to
man
her eyes were a shade
of neon never seen before
you couldn’t find the words
or the will or the courage
to drop the wall and
embrace change
the mere hope for something
better than the status quo
this is one of those videos
from your youth
but the hot girl isn’t coming
back
no matter the longing look
five o’clock shadow or just
enough leather that you feel
cool
all these lonely steps to go
To Never Fall Victim
the grind gets the better
of me on most days
hell, it happens to most
of us i suppose
i’m sure the rich have
enough fuck you money
to never fall victim to
such shit
but us slugs
the nine to five losers
that keep this country
running on the fucking
flumes
we’re chasing dreams
that don’t exist
or have given in to
whatever illicit drug
that gets us through
the night
that’s the only america
i have ever known
no matter what party
is keeping the rich rich
and the poor poor
and when i clock out
for the final time
hopefully, the urn will
be something more than
a coffee can
J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is old enough to know better. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Synchronized Chaos, Horror Sleaze Trash, Cajun Mutt Press, Mad Swirl and Disturb the Universe Magazine. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)
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