J.J. Campbell


four in the morning
listening to tori amos

remembering all those
years ago, when forever
seemed possible

and then you remember
that those bright days
were reserved for
someone better
than you

you wasted your talents
so, you have to survive
on scraps

enjoy the taste of shit
and failure and debt

embrace a future that
has no rewards

no romantic lead in
some movie that you
always wanted to write

chase down the needle

the train

the last bus to ever
leave this hell

attrition is the slowest
death you could ever

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