The Crusty Old Man

The Crusty Old Man

Poetry

J.J. Campbell

 

 

 

hushed confessions

screamed into the

pillow each night

before you cry

yourself to sleep

 

no one wants to

become the crusty

old man

 

it’s much more

romantic to die

young, full of

promise and

potential

 

but on the other

side of those

myths are

nothing

 

a vast crease

of time built

on nothing

 

soon every pill

advertised on

television will

be in your body

like you are the

next monkey to

go into space

 

it makes as much

sense as falling in

love with a woman

on the other side of

the world

 

 

J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is old enough to know where the bodies are buried. He’s been widely published over the last 25 years, most recently at Synchronized Chaos, Heroin Love Songs v2.0, Horror Sleaze Trash. The Rye Whiskey Review and Cajun Mutt Press. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)

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