by Kevin R. Farrell, Jr.
Skeletons out of the closet, strung together,
hanging from amber street lights,
bones hit concrete,
ghosts hover in windows,
melting into one.
Keep your breath bated,
you’ve got me hook, line and sinker.
Kevin R. Farrell, Jr. is an artist, poet, and educator whose work attempts to capture life from the vantage point of someone in the backseat of a stolen car running on fumes. His poems are a play on words in the form of political, satirical, surrealist, tongue in cheek rants that often border on stream of consciousness ramblings that are a last ditch effort at taking it all in before we get taken out.