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JJ CAMPBELL
our hero tattooed in black lace the shock of the news will hit me hard given my love and adoration for you the overwhelming silence will climb on top of me like a lover from many years ago the funeral home will be packed i will be the one they are shocked to see i'll bypass the long line of well wishers and head straight to your modest, but not cheap looking, casket i will slip you some heroin to help you on your journey and whisper into your ear death never looked as beautiful as it does on you i'll kiss your forehead and slip out the side door satisfied in knowing that this was the only ending that would suit either one of us but nothing will ever replace the space, the face, the punk rock grace, the new wave taste of our hero tattooed in black lace the demons will never chase you again but your words will haunt each and every one of us just as they should love, suicide and the bottle staring out the window at two in the fucking morning a full moon trying to penetrate the brisk night air a faint breeze creeps in through these supposedly shut windows each second i stare out this window i gaze upon a vast canvas of nothingness each second is another second slipping away from two hands that have grown sick and tired of reaching for something that may not even exist two hands that are left wondering when did control slip out the door and into the waiting arms of some fucking whore i guarantee you i'll have to pay someone to kill me for when the time for suicide is just right, these two hands will have long ago given up on giving a shit i suppose that will be years from now but, i'd be bullshitting you if i told you i knew for sure oh well... staring out the window at two in the fucking morning time to drink myself to sleep yet again my dying wish may your hatred for me be as pure as our love once was and please never let either of them ever die out time ain't got shit on my bitterness i think it was the way you put your left hand in your back pocket when you smoked that made me melt or maybe it was how your hair looked in the hazy third shift labor god i should be sleeping right now light that did it regardless it's been a few years since i've heard from you and the memories of you i haven't drank away haven't driven me to grab a gun well not yet at least but don't worry killing you will go down on my endless list of shit i just never bothered to get around to not that you'd actually care to fucking notice but anyways... J.J. Campbell (b. 1976) lives, writes and dies a little each day in Brookville, Ohio. He's been widely published in the small press, most recently in Trespass, Zygote in My Coffee, Free Verse, The Blind Man's Rainbow and Thunder Sandwich. J.J.'s most recent chapbook, "feel my disease" was published by Scintillating Publications. You can contact J.J. via email at jcampb4593@aol.com |
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