Sunday, May 19, 2024

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 



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 



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

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