J.J. Campbell

my sphere of thinking these days

i can’t remember the 
last time i looked into 
the eyes of a woman
 
i can’t remember what
true love, real love
fuck, even fake love
feels like anymore
 
and they tell me i still
have plenty to live for
 
that suicide should be
nowhere in my sphere 
of thinking these days
 
sure
 
a fucking pandemic
 
a presidential election
 
a country fading into
a totalitarian state
 
all the circumstances
that say isn’t this
just fucking grand
 
what a life
 
all my heroes tasted 
at least one barrel
in their lives
 
my patience only
has so much thread
left on the tires