Children’s Toys

 

My legs

possess my thoughts

like wailing, innocent

children.

 

How can I sleep

in this nonsense

this racket of my protesting

bag of bones.

I am made of children’s toys

the rustling, plastic sound

of childhood music.

 

Johnathan Campbell is a poet living in Salisbury, North Carolina. He will be featured in the upcoming Fall issue of Scapegoat Review. When not writing poetry, Johnathan listens to Frank Sinatra and meticulously combs his hair.

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