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one line to wake up
it’s a shy blonde
with a great ass
a lonely poet
in over his head
two broken souls
against what is left
of this world
one line to wake up
devour the rest to
stay awake
remember when
dancing with the
devil in the pale
moonlight
never be afraid
to take the lead
old dogs can
learn new tricks
they just don’t
want to
willing to die for it
i often think of the spanish
princess on these cold nights
how cancer is going to kill
all of us one of these days
how love seems to only find
those that are willing to die
for it
and here i am
on the cross, bleeding like
tomorrow never exists
begging
hoping
crying myself to sleep at night
wondering which lucky soul
dares to believe they actually
want to love me
plenty thought they were up
for the challenge
sleeping alone again tonight
you get to a point in your life
where you just accept that
you’ll die alone one day
it makes the pain a little
less dull
the ache just a constant
hum in the left ear
where glee goes to die
a publisher challenged
me to write a happy poem
i laughed, told her i don’t
believe in miracles
but these are the nights
where glee goes to die
a sad song hangs in the air
as the dense fog rolls in
three in the morning
and i wonder if any of
my dead friends still
remember me
find a vein and
see what happens
do the demons start
to holler or do the
angels suddenly
remember
laughter
born to die
like everyone
else
some get the bright lights
some get a lover that
never thinks of leaving
some of us end up in
a vicious cycle that
never ends
a country song with
no hero
no reason to go on
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.