3 Poems by J.J. Campbell |

back into the sun

the phone call
caught me off guard
out of the blue
just to see how i
was doing

wouldn't you know it

always when i'm just
getting comfortable
here in my cave those
fuckers force me back
into the sun

enjoy it they will say
and my stubborn ass
will pout and hope
for a sunburn just for
some sick sense of
getting even

knowing damn well
that those fuckers tan


yet fruitless

it's a sudden jolt
that wakes you at
3 in the morning

nothing tangible

just a feeling of a
broken soul finally
gasping for air

where your past
seems frozen

entire scenes
flashing by in
mere seconds

where immortality
seems a noble
pursuit yet

you'll fall back
asleep soon

dreaming of her
arms wrapped
around another

once again


5 pm in ohio and it suddenly all makes sense

another night hunting
for inspiration in
empty bottles

fading tail lights
down an old dirt

there's no lust left
in your kiss

no desire emerging
from your eyes

passion must have
got on that bus as

my rekindled faith
reminded me that
hope was lost long

it shall rain for days
on end now that the
harvest has come to

everything seems
slightly out of step
and no one is
beyond reproach

J.J. Campbell (b. 1976) lives, breathes but mostly dies a little each day in Brookville, Ohio. He's been widely published over the years, most recently in The Cerebral Catalyst, Zygote in My Coffee, Cherry Bleeds, Zen Baby and The Concrete Meat Sheet. You can contact J.J. via email at jcampb4593@aol.com.