i live in a home, a community, a state where the holidays are treated as the most glorious time of year where the decorations and neon seem fucking endless where the town is revved up by an appearance of santa where all these fucks wet themselves hoping for a white christmas and as i shoveled away 18+ inches on christmas eve morning i hoped all of them were truly fucking happy i can only wish that a healthy dose of dysfunction would be stuffed into their stockings a little reality to balance out all that fucking joy
another school shooting a dying woman exploited for political gain a wife will be beaten tonight over an unwise bet in a one point basketball game and the cheap gas is selling at $2.15 a gallon kids killing kids on the corner of poverty entrenched city streets while the vacant houses are burned for fire fighting practice i suppose the homeless will inherit the earth after the rich are done with it maybe maybe not sleep fast angels for the wars will never cease and when the local kids come home in a box the brainwashed loved ones smile and talk about freedom, duty, love of country tell that to your son who died because this was his only way to a college education don't look now, but since you don't believe in the ever present conservative agenda, you're going to hell for god has lent our government the ability to pass judgment who knew that oil, a rebel flag and a hatred for the poor was actually the stairway to heaven oil spills, pissed away resources mudslides and flood insurance weapons of mass what? come again? old men hoping to fuck young girls who turn out being detectives on the other end of the cyber line and the neo-cons won't sleep until all of us raise our right hands, place it over our darkened, hardened hearts and belt out the pledge of allegiance and if this is the greatest country on earth i pray to whatever god that may be listening that there is life on other planets or in some galaxy the next ultra billionaire will want to fly to pretty please this can't be the pinnacle of existence right?
got a nude picture in the mail today from a married woman in california figures the taken ones that live thousands of miles away want to fuck me all part of god's running joke with me called life
i took a shit in the bathtub this evening it's been that kind of fucking life and some will say it's insanity finally settling in others will claim it's an overwhelming defiant act of apathy and i, the clown that shit in the tub, know it is neither in my poetic reality somehow my actions were tempting the hands of a lesser god who obviously has more important people to waste his time on but in actual reality it was simply a long overdue drunken episode with sadly, a less than desirable ending no reason why actual reality should ever change its' shitty ways right?
staring at the long haired beauty in the car next to me dreaming about our lips meeting in a warm embrace ripping off our clothes post haste fucking out in the rain in a dark alley somewhere passionate moans bouncing off fading brick walls i open my eyes to notice she's giving me the finger now back to our regularly scheduled programming
bio
J.J. Campbell (b. 1976) lives, writes and dies a little each day in Brookville, Ohio. He's been widely published over the last decade or so in the small press, most recently in Zygote in My Coffee, Trespass, Free Verse, The Blind Man's Rainbow and Underground Voices. J.J.'s latest chapbook, "feel my disease" was published by Scintillating Publications. You can contact J.J. via email at jcampb4593@aol.com
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