J.J. Campbell

as bitter as the life you have slaved away for

it was the kind of
night where you
take the bottle to
bed with you as
nina simone plays
in the distance

you were always
comfortable in the
shadows but now
the shadows are
punching back

god seems as
likely as zeus

suicide is always
an option

even the least likely
hands can find a gun
and the courage

the words don’t come
as easy these nights

where the liquor tastes
as bitter as the life you
have slaved away for

and there’s always
a woman involved

some soulful siren
dancing in the neon

so damn close but
always unattainable

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