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Thunder and Lightning
it’s always the calm
before the storm
the yellow sky that
experience tells you
leads to nothing good
a few drops of rain
light a cigarette and
watch to see what
the birds are doing
when you see panic
hit those tiny brains
you know the shit
is near
i remember being
fascinated by thunder
and lightning when
i was a child
i always dreamed
about my father
getting struck by
a bolt and it killing
him
too bad i’m old
enough now to
know most dreams
never come true
A Strong Black Woman
you remember the nights with the ghetto queen
a strong black woman you wanted to break you
in two but you were the shy one
quiet, but could hold your liquor, roll a tight joint,
kiss so deep that forever seemed like a trip around
the block
you always had to leave before the sun came up
no one wants any fucking drama
you didn’t mind
gunshots were just more content for the poems
you can still remember the smell
how that taste tickles your brain to this day
that soft brown skin in your scarred hands
she never would understand the tears,
the thank you notes, the random letters
every other week
you can’t help but wonder where she is now
the only certain you understand is a lonely night
broken stars, a moon that has lost its howl
thankfully, some dreams never fade
Lining Up a Combo Shot
it’s a pool hall on a sunday night
the lesbian and i are out with friends
reo speedwagon on the radio as
i am lining up a combo shot
alcohol flowing
i watched the lesbian flirt
with a few other guys
swimming in defeat, i started
making shot after shot
ran three straight fuckers
off the table
the jack and cokes quickly
became just jack
the lesbian could tell
something was up
we had a talk and she
told me not to worry
(three months later, i knew
exactly why i was worried)
i went to her place that night
and made her cum
i always look back on that
night as an accomplishment
making a lesbian cum
with just a few fingers
and my tongue
love dangling by a thread
soon to be lost in a bitter wind
J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is stuck in the suburbs, plotting his escape. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at Synchronized Chaos, Horror Sleaze Trash, Cajun Mutt Press, The Beatnik Cowboy, and Jellyfish Whispers. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, Evil Delights.