The demons like to laugh at me
when I feel lonely on a Friday
this is no different than high school
when I was in a house of a
couple hundred strangers
and I was in my room alone
listening to muddy waters
sneaking sips from a bottle of gin
there was an old soul begging
that ancient soul is dying now
I feel it in every tear that runs
down the face
every ache and pain
every lost desire on a dark highway
I once left home with thirty
seven cents and a cigarette
thirty fucking years later
I don't have much more
perhaps a few books and
a few more scars
find a spot well off the road
leave the car and walk a few
paradise is one empty shell away
About J.J. Campbell:
J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) was raised by wolves yet still managed to graduate high school with honors. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Dodging The Rain, Synchronized Chaos, Horror Sleaze Trash, Fourth & Sycamore and The Beatnik Cowboy. His most recent chapbook, the taste of blood on christmas morning, was published by Analog Submission Press. You can find him most days waxing poetic on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (http://evildelights.blogspot.com)
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