
apocalypse now
sitting here drinking
watching apocalypse
now for maybe the
thousandth time
when i was younger
i was about the
napalm in the
morning
when i got older
i was martin sheen
face painted, coming
out of the water
now that i’m old
i’m fucking brando
isolated genius
spewing madness
into a microphone
waiting for someone
to release me from
the horror
the horror
so, if you ever come
over and hear the end
by the doors playing
a little too loud
do yourself a favor
and duck
i am the one
happiness is as
elusive as a woman
deciding i am the
one
plenty think that
at some point
then, reality
settles in
between the abuse,
the poverty,
the emptiness
and despair
it certainly doesn’t
look as rosy as
before
and no one likes
a dream that gets
muddled with
some real life
shit
brace for impact
say
hello to
the most
beautiful
woman
you know
and brace
for impact
one of
these
days
she might
actually
acknowledge
your existence
endless worries
the lucid skies
of neon dreams
polluted with the
endless worries
of a population
under attack
divided
we have fallen
this
is what happens
when you refuse
to learn from
our history
the world he brought you into
every scar
is a memory
engraved into
your brain for
posterity
every lash
every harsh
word
every single
time your father
threatened to
take you out
of this world
he brought
you into
there aren’t
enough drugs
in the world
that will allow
you to escape
the pain
but, there’s
always a
bullet
J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is currently trapped in suburbia, plotting his revenge. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at Record Magazine, The Dope Fiend Daily, Horror Sleaze Trash, Synchronized Chaos, and Chiron Review. His most recent chapbook, the taste of blood on christmas morning, was published by Analog Submission Press. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights & Goodreads.