One Poem by J.J Campbell

Nothing Better to Do

out looking for hookers 

at three in the morning

nothing but the homeless 

and cops with nothing

better to do

 

these are the nights where 

cheap wine would flow

along with a few cheap 

cigars

 

a flash of lightning 

in the distance

 

plenty of miles before 

that fresh slice of hell 

gets here

 

back home

 

put a little music on

 

break out the watercolors

and see how insanity 

looks on a blank canvas

 

i used to paint naked 

out at the farm

 

i would laugh when 

the body hair ended 

up mixing with the 

paint

 

just another animal

waiting to be caged

 

left to his own devices

 

and all the chaos within

Bio: J.J Campbell (1976-?) is trapped in the suburbs wondering where all the lonely housewives went. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at The Beatnik Cowboy, Horror Sleaze Trash, Synchronized Chaos, Disturb the Universe Magazine and The Rye Whiskey Review. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, Evil Delights