The first thing you should do is believe me...
Bedroom war stories
wiretapped lullabies
backyard glances
front porch longing
branches stretch like morning arms
as shadows yawn across a black cats path
while the sun no longer warms
only brightens these winter days
the moon howls on the horizon
waves ripple like a tv on the fritz
blinking flatlined dead ends back to life
gravel heeled
screeching halts
the skinny of it
artists starve themselves
the haves convinced they have not
haikus but not
prose but not
poetry but not
truth but not
oh what it feels like to be alive
but not
faith in symbols
proper burials
lacking humanity
relationships are recyclable
to let go of triggers by holstering words
damned if you do
don’t if you’re damned
the death of a generation
meet the generation of death
spill your drink
spill your guts
chaos is inviting
order is passé
catacomb depth wishes
broken vows of silence
the crucifix is in
crosshairs of crisis
prayerful hands empty
palms up
time’s up
breathe in emptiness
breathe out nothingness
this is everything
still not enough
gluttons for monotony
root causes stuck in the weeds
mind full not mindful
life is deadly
in death we never die
...the last thing you should do is doubt me.
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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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