J.J. Campbell

a tuesday night in the sticks

a glitter bomb 
to lighten the 
mood

a tub filled with 
blood, alcohol 
and stained 
panties

must be a tuesday 
night in the sticks

all the poets 
drinking the cheap 
grocery store booze 
and one sophisticated 
motherfucker in the 
corner with a bottle 
of scotch

they like to place 
bets on horse races 
and japanese baseball 
games

someone lets a fart go
and clears the room

whispers abound on 
how he will need to 
change quickly

in more ways than one