this digital wasteland
a little crown and coke at two in the morning
yet another broken generation lost in the darkness
broken dreams, broken lives
hope left to die on a lonesome highway
it’s a used needle in a children’s park
a stolen gun thrown into a crystal-clear river
a newborn left in an abandoned car to die
or be found by better souls
there are no regrets here
no one has the time or money for such things
you live, you die
you piss away all the second chances possible
if you’re lucky, you make it to the next
county will all your limbs
for those of us stuck, left behind or just too
fucking lazy to leave
the sun will rise again
we’ll get drunk under the stars
rinse and repeat
follow the stench until your third eye
starts to smile
©2021 J.J. Campbell All rights reserved.
J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is old enough to know better. He’s been widely published over the last quarter century, most recently at Terror House Magazine, Horror Sleaze Trash, Synchronized Chaos, A Stray Branch and The Beatnik Cowboy. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. [ https://evildelights.blogspot.com ]
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J,J.
You are a fucking great poet.
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