J.J. Campbell

this red death

if my pain is
supposed to
be a white ball
of healing light,

then what is this
red death i taste
upon my tongue

i gave up on god
when god gave
up on me

the fools will look
at me and wonder
while some sage
will stumble by,
drinking out of a
brown paper bag,
giving me the look
that he understands

and the laughing
man will dance
in a thunderstorm
asking for the
lightning to strike
once again

tempt fate young

learn to play the
saxophone and
let that lonely tune
drift into the ether

soon a strange woman
will saunter into your
life and you’ll understand
pain, love and why lawyers
make so much damn money
on divorce cases


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