J.J. Campbell

the last good dream
 
it’s like when warm water and soap
meets a fresh wound for the first
time
 
a hot flash of neon before lifeless
dull eyes
 
search for the love of your life at
the bottom of a river
 
remember the last good dream
you had and exactly where you
wanted to die
 
laugh at all the times the world
told you no
 
buy a ridiculous hat and pretend
that you’re the next big thing
from france
 
with what little spanish you
remember from high school,
order something to drink that
won’t kill us
 
the madness in your eyes is
nothing compared to what still
beats in your heart
 
we’re all going to die one day
 
let it be as glorious as you want
 
write it in the clouds and let it
fade away
 
like love
 
like hope
 
like innocence on a sunny day

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