i'm sleeping with
the demons again
longing for an ending
of some kind
happiness was never
welcome here
and i have had my fill
of patience
hopefully my eyes will
burn out before the
morning light
that is
if hope still bothers to

i'd pull the trigger with my tongue

choking on the sorrow
of despair, of unrequited
love, of the never ending
taste of failure
the sorrow i see in your
molested eyes holding on
to a hope that your luck
will change, come hell
or high water
the mudslides will be
rolling your way soon
and i know the gun
under your pillow
waiting for a fairy of
some other kind is
loaded and will rest
uneasily in your mouth
one day
and it's at that moment
i would love to kiss your
lips and take away
all your pain

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 Zen Baby, My Favorite Bullet, Zygote in My
Coffee, Spent Meat Vol. 2 and Remark.

J.J. has been included in a number of chapbooks, anthologies
and a spoken word project. You can contact him via email at

2006 Underground Voices