words flow like a river
there are days where
my ego just wants to
lay back and let the
genius flow
that fucker thinks
this shit is easy
i just snap my fingers
and the words flow
like a river
those are the rare
occasions
the rest of the time
is stuck down there
with the scars and
pain
memories that would
make a serial killer
blush at times
J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) was raised by wolves yet managed to graduate high school with honors. He’s been published most recently in Dumpster Fire Press, The Rye Whiskey Review, Synchronized Chaos, The Beatnik Cowboy and The Black Shamrock Magazine. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)
RAMINGO! 