the courage to see it through

i once thought
of killing myself
to the best songs
from the 80’s

between hair
metal and synth
pop

i’m sure someone
could see why

i never had the
courage to see
it through

the suicidal
thoughts come
and go these
days

like the pretty
women or a
cloudy day

i’m better left to
my imagination
and all my vices

reality is a fucking
lost cause

falling asleep to some game from europe

i’m not the type of
person that likes
being in public

just walking around
window shopping or
giving random women
that fake look that
i care

i’m much more
comfortable in
my chair

falling asleep to
some game from
europe

my friends all tell me
i’ll never find someone
doing that

i ask them when did i
ever complain about
being alone

it’s that look of listen
asshole that tells me
some truth came out
while i was drinking
last night

 

J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is old enough to know better. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Lucidity Poetry Journal, Record Magazine, Horror Sleaze Trash, Chiron Review and Rusty Truck. His most recent chapbook, the taste of blood on christmas morning, was published by Analog Submission Press. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (http://evildelights.blogspot.com)