Three Poems by J.J. Campbell

playing in these fields

i can still remember
sitting on the porch

holding hands

sharing a cigarette

laughing

talking about our
children one day
playing in these
fields

the only time
in my life that
a future felt
like it was
even possible

you are married
to another woman
now

and any kids are
left in the towel
on the floor

not exactly the
future i thought
of on that old
porch

the kisses taste
somewhat bitter
in hindsight



come over and play house

sometimes the hate
bubbles up inside
of me

i look for your
beautiful face
to calm me down

but you left years
ago and i'm pretty
sure that means
you're not coming
back

walking alone in
a grocery store

wondering if any
of these lonely
women want to
come over and
play house

the demon always
looks for streaks
in the hair and
yoga pants

i tend to look for
stunning eyes and
a sophisticated brain

i would compromise
and settle for the
middle but

there is no
compromising
with the evil
inside of me



slowly going to hell

the last time
i kissed your
lips the world
was broken
and slowly
going to
hell

it's almost
like time
has stood
still ever
since

J.J. Campbell is stuck in suburbia slowly going insane.  He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Dead Snakes, Mad Swirl, Your One Phone Call, Horror Sleaze Trash and Misfit Magazine.  On most days, you can find J.J. bitching and moaning about things only he cares about on his highly entertaining blog, evil delights.  http://evildelights.blogspot.com