she had the look of an aging
rock star that could still fuck
your brains out
you were a few lifetimes
removed from being the
guy that would have jumped
at the chance to lose his brains
she was drinking a vodka
in the bar
straight, none of that
foo foo shit
you ordered a jack and coke
started humming whatever
the fuck was on the jukebox
she asked if she knew you
you said you look well read,
so maybe
she laughed
gave you her hand to go dancing
you kissed it and said these hips
would break in just a few moves
she smiled
that kind of smile as that is the
type of destruction she's into
J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is old enough to know better. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Synchronized Chaos, Disturb the Universe Magazine, The Beatnik Cowboy, Lothlorien Poetry Journal and Black Coffee Review. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.
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