Tuesday, August 8, 2023

gentle whispers by J.J. Campbell

as you get older you 

learn to manage the 


that no one gives 

a shit you feel bad 

or have aches and 


eventually, the voices 

become gentle whispers

or maybe this is just 

better booze showing 

up to the party

they are expecting me 

to drink myself to death

i told them i will restock 

that bar at least five more 

times before i die

they are taking the under

i am filling another glass

J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is old enough to know where the bodies are buried. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Synchronized Chaos, Cajun Mutt Press, The Rye Whiskey Review, Misfit Magazine and just good poems. You can find him most of the time on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)