nightmares become movies By J.J. Campbell

my dreams somehow
manage to twist themselves
into nightmares and those
nightmares become movies
that play in my mind for
years and years and years

i spend most of my
time awake pretending
depravity is a gift

that the madness deep
inside of me is a blessing
from some god that knows
i know it doesn’t exist

i saw a beautiful black
woman wearing sunglasses
in the grocery store today

i swear she was staring
a hole right through me

i often pretend the first
love of my life is going
to show up at my front
door one day with roses
and a shotgun

and like always

i’ll make the decision
that no one can understand

--

J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) was raised by wolves yet managed to graduate high school with honors. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Cajun Mutt Press, Synchronized Chaos, Horror Sleaze Trash, Mad Swirl and The Beatnik Cowboy. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)