I dreamt of the past
and in that dream I didn’t try to change a damn thing.
Next morning meditated heavy,
feeling light.
Let’s all grow our hair out,
be hippie like shaman like mystic like fantastical beings
with designer jeans
designer drugs,
designer genes,
still designer drugs.
Most people confuse insignificant with inferior,
I struggled with former and latter,
no, for real, I was confused by their meaning,
oh, and yes, I’ve felt like both,
meaning insignificant and inferior,
maybe that’s why I never confused them.
Kevin R. Farrell, Jr. is a New York based artist, poet, and educator whose work has been published in BONED – Every Which Way, Burning House Press, Rumble Fish Quarterly, Adroit Journal, Ink in Thirds Magazine, Foxhole Magazine, Yo-NEWYORK! and others.
In 2021 Farrell released Best of the Worst which consists of 20 poems that have risen to the top of the trash heap that is his constant documentation of a life spent toeing the line between spiritual bliss and emotional upheaval. As a recovering addict each day can be a struggle when dealing with the dumpster fire that is modern day existence. Sometimes Farrell attempts to put out the fire, on other days he warms his hands by the flames.
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