JJ Campbell

a happy child

my mother likes to
tell me i was a happy
child

i remind her that lies
no longer work on me

i like my truths like
my liquor

strong and hard enough
that even the strongest
soul will have to wince

exposed

enjoy the silence

these old back
roads and all the
endless years of
misery on these
farms

the america we
grew up on is
gone

every lie the
dream was
built on has
been exposed

i believe one
protest sign
said it best

the system
isn’t broken

it never
worked
to begin
with

 

J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is trapped in suburbia wondering where the lonely housewives are. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Dumpster Fire Press, The Rye Whiskey Review, Synchronized Chaos, Terror House Magazine and Yellow Mama. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)