Three Poems by J.J. Campbell

ghosts creeping in the back of your mind

turn on the sad songs
and remember the only
time she kissed your
lips

another empty bottle
for the floor

saturday night alone

again

the lost souls raging
right until the sunset

ghosts creeping in
the back of your
mind

surely one of them
must think you were
the one that got away

everyone laughs and
opens another bottle

and here you thought
women liked a good
sense of humor



these hands used to make you smile

lost in the deep
pools of regret

buried in the old
books of wise old
men smart enough
to find love and
squeeze it until
death greets them
one evening

i'd give anything
to hold you this
evening

your dark hair
and soft skin
sending my
imagination
racing

these hands used
to make you smile

perhaps one day
they can be of
service to you
again



two in the morning

wishful thinking
at two in the
morning

your lips should
be somewhere
near mine right
now

instead they are
wrapped around
a cock not attached
to my body

i look at my bottle
of lotion with
disgust

how many pumps
until it starts to
feel like you

pour another glass
of something
strong

and this time
add a few pills

J.J. Campbell has given up the farm life and is trapped in suburbia.  He's been widely published over the years, most notably at Chiron Review, Nerve Cowboy, Dead Snakes, The Camel Saloon and Horror Sleaze Trash.  His most recent collection, Sofisticated White Trash (Interior Noise Press), is available wherever you happen to buy books these days.  You can find J.J. most days bitching about things only he cares about on his highly entertaining blog, evil delights. (http://evildelights.blogspot.com)