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JJ CAMPBELL
bleak there are days that i wake up and wonder if this is the day i reach my breaking point the day my tolerance for life finally gives way i used to be able to recall days on the opposite end of this spectrum but those are nothing more than long lost distant memories of days that i have to think really hard to remember if they even existed today seems to be one of those days where making it to the evening is in doubt 3:30 pm eastern, i'll keep you posted underdog the more i see these political ads the stronger the urge is for me to just say fuck it and start rooting for the terrorists to win i mean shit i'm an american i'm supposed to root for the underdog right? isn't that what is wired into our david vs. goliath brains? yeah, i do believe cinderella has found her glass slipper in the backseat of the car bomb next step is the championship parting the blue hair sea i get a kick out of the old women in town they aren't quite sure what to do when they see a 260 lb. bald fat fuck dressed in all black with dark shades and a long goatee approaching who looks like he's a recent escapee looking for a nasty fuck in a dark alley somewhere they make me feel like moses parting the blue hair sea but by getting the fuck out of my way, they truly do make my life much easier so it's all worth the stares, gasps and the ever present smell of ointment for old joints for now at least but i'm sure over time i'll find some reason to snap and give them all the horror show they were expecting to begin with killing the ones we love i've been having these dreams lately where i wake up to find you next to me in bed and i feel at ease for a change comfortable in it all i wrap my arms around you only to find you lifeless, cold, without a pulse and then i notice the blood dripping from my hands startled, i wake up wonder if i need to start smoking again but after a few deep breaths i take comfort that we live thousands of miles apart and neither one of us has the money to travel the countdown is on more americans beheaded more defiant words to the rest of the world the jews want to nuke the arabs the arabs want to nuke the jews more attacks more fear a bombing on the hour every hour for every soul tossed aside for oil, for greed, for the only way of life worth killing others for all that before i can put on the morning coffee and change the fucking channel smoke 'em if you got 'em kids we're all bound to meet our maker soon J.J. Campbell (b. 1976) lives, writes and dies a little each day in the state of Ohio. He's widely published in the small press, most recently in Spent Meat, Zygote In My Coffee, Fearless, Open Wide Magazine and Unlikely Stories. J.J. also has been included in a number of chapbooks, anthologies and a spoken word project. You can contact him via email at jcampb4593@aol.com |
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