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| ***BIO*** J.J. Campbell stares at a calendar all day long and wonders what day will be the one he is called to his casket. In the meantime he writes poems and tries to give his wrists carpal tunnel syndrome. You can contact him via email at jcampb4593@aol.com. |
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| by J.J. Campbell |
| so there i was in some trendy
save the downtown industrial district restaurant for my mother's fifty-fifth birthday party surrounded by family and her friends the kind of shit i normally avoid and sure enough, after a hour and a few beers i'm on the toilet and it's the kind of bloody shit that for as much shit that makes the toilet there is an equal amount on the floor and in your pants the kind of shit that you know you'll never be able to wipe it all the kind of shit bukowski made famous and like clockwork, back out at the table i could feel the stink start to fester up my spine and looking over at all the young hot barmaids and waitresses i could feel the depression getting ready to set up camp it was right about then that the cousin that molested me as a child handed me a piece of cake i could hear god laughing over in the corner with all the cool kids and as i got up to leave and noticed the little bit of blood and shit on the chair i reminded myself that on days like these men much better than me have killed themselves i can only wonder what i'm waiting for |
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| May 2009 |
| 117 |