ever been kissed
by an alien
taken into the clouds
and shown another
dimension
these drugs seem
a little stronger than
what i was smoking
in my youth
back then
the colors would bleed
into a village of idiots
running around like
tomorrow was the only
thing we were ever
guaranteed
now
those colors are lasers
pointed right at me
and i’m stuck in a video
game, somehow with
still good hand eye
coordination
racking up the points
i just want a quiet corner
and a shot of jack
a woman with a long
cigarette and a short
memory
--
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, Horror Sleaze Trash, The Asylum Floor, The Beatnik Cowboy and Misfit Magazine. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)