All I need

nice weather
interesting people
a job to get by
a way to get high
women to make me sigh

poem by Michael P Campbell
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People, People, People

and through out
this life
a million people
may pass
but it is only a few
that make
time pass
in an easier way
all those that
interfere
with time i.e.
slow it down
deserve reverse cards
and i'm sorry's
all the stuff you'd say
if you deny
a wedding
or funeral

poem by Michael P Campbell
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Car Park

sitting in a car at a park
a comfortable seat for
a comfortable scene.

a bubbled filter of
a world too hard to
(mis) understand.

i hear life is what you make of it.

life is a mix of
fate and perseverance.

fate brings opportunity
and
perseverance ensures it.

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Diddy Bop

there are fires in the west
typhoons in the east
socialists live in the north
with reds in the southern heat

concrete tattoos the land
exhaust scratches at the atmosphere
so, mother earth
sends a hand to
brush away her only tear

let us overload
let us think we know
let us push forward to
our hindsight dredged
and
indifferent ends.

poem by Michael P Campbell
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Mind Your Mouth Over All Matters

i ruin your good mood
before it can get to you
a few words not thought through
my mind two steps behind my mouth

infectious little wound love
a gaping diaphragm, netherhole
the efficiency in mindlessness on a large scale
filled with nothing
but
filling with everything
dying everyday
the same way
but
yeah i know
we all know...

you are right here
in my pocket a phone call that's all
a blind conversation with a myctophobiac

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The room around me

i
have stared at this screen
for long enough

the beer cans
are loitering on the corners
of the coffee table

the zig-zags have been
torn from the package
too many pocket transfers

the ash trays are falling apart
butts jut and topple out
my fingers extinguish another seven minutes

notebooks hold scribbled needs of one time
years of study
compressed by gravity, stained yellow

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