Three Poems by J.J. Campbell

much like the weather

listening to
the rain hit
the metal
roof

i can close
my eyes
and
remember
many nights
like that on
the farm

nostalgia
can get
pretty
dreary
at times

much like
the weather



in the basement of his mother's house

i look like the
kind of guy
that carries
a flask inside
of his jacket

has probably
been arrested
a few times
and accused
even more

the kind of guy
that has secrets
and possibly
bodies buried
in the basement
of his mother's
home

the kind of guy
that has devious
eyes and cruel
intentions

the quiet type
that everyone
should be
worried
about



the day it all changes

laugh
like
it's an
inside
joke
and live
like you
know
tomorrow
is the day
it all changes

pray like
the spirit
is inside
of you
and truly
be proud
of fooling
everyone

J.J. Campbell is currently trapped in suburbia, going insane.  He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Horror Sleaze Trash, Mad Swirl, BoySlut, Napalm and Novocain, and Dead Snakes.  You can find J.J. most days on his highly entertaining blog, evil delights.   http://evildelights.blogspot.com