even hell and back
your hatred is a
beautiful light
that blinds me
every time i fall
to my knees
i always wanted
my love to win
this war
and as i lay here
another night
alone
i realize losing
is one sour fucking
taste that is hard
to get rid of
no matter the
lengths one is
willing to travel
to
leery
there's a
few stray
cats that
hang out
by the big
barn out
back
they are
always
leery of
me when
i set out a
little food
and water
for them
they are
smarter
than they
even know
i should have drank more
another morning
where i had exactly
no intention of ever
waking up
and after my third
trip to the bathroom
in the first hour of
being awake
i once again proved
myself correct
Bio: J.J. Campbell (b.1976) lives, writes, but mostly dies a little each day in Brookville, Ohio. He's been widely published in the small press over the last decade or so, most recently at Opium Poetry 2.0, Zygote in My Coffee, AlternativeReel.com, Art:MAG and FUCK!. J.J. also had had many chapbooks published over the years. You can contact J.J. via email at jcampb4593@aol.com or via his homepage http://sites.google.com/site/losersincsite/
