And feel like men,
Mapping out the visions
Acting as a kicking hallucinogen Of imaginable futures
Within arm’s reach Inside confined craniums
At the verge of possibility, Above exploding hearts
Happiness is unattainable. And throbbing feet Through alcoholic apologies
Mapping out the visions
Acting as a kicking hallucinogen Of imaginable futures
Within arm’s reach Inside confined craniums
At the verge of possibility, Above exploding hearts
Happiness is unattainable. And throbbing feet Through alcoholic apologies
Just inject me with morphine,
So I can be high Inventors do not receive
While I am low Enough sunshine;
Flying under the radar. They are not supposed to.
So I can be high Inventors do not receive
While I am low Enough sunshine;
Flying under the radar. They are not supposed to.
A smile cracking In perfect paradise,
Across my blood-spattered cheeks, I forget to breathe,
A temporary suicide To live life on pause
Followed by resuscitation, When the beach spills out
My ghost awaits abduction A broken hourglass
Dancing with the flies Which becomes quicksand
Over a pile of shit. That proceeds to
Engulf my existence
But sometimes I cannot escape
The needle breaks As much as I try,
Against my crocodile skin Like caught in a riptide
Where swimming
Your persuasion fools me Nowhere
Into believing emptiness Drowns you.
Pilots my being,
Nothingness disclosed The art expressed
Once I am torn apart. Is the artist repressed,
Another weary overlooked creator
Self-mutilation for deep splinters Begging for forgiveness
Across my blood-spattered cheeks, I forget to breathe,
A temporary suicide To live life on pause
Followed by resuscitation, When the beach spills out
My ghost awaits abduction A broken hourglass
Dancing with the flies Which becomes quicksand
Over a pile of shit. That proceeds to
Engulf my existence
But sometimes I cannot escape
The needle breaks As much as I try,
Against my crocodile skin Like caught in a riptide
Where swimming
Your persuasion fools me Nowhere
Into believing emptiness Drowns you.
Pilots my being,
Nothingness disclosed The art expressed
Once I am torn apart. Is the artist repressed,
Another weary overlooked creator
Self-mutilation for deep splinters Begging for forgiveness
Poking me amid Of sooner unexpected behavior
A high fever melting
The shallow soiled snow, I accept the neglect overtime;
I am a droplet that leaks Then again, it is better
Past the sealed faucet, If there is remembrance
A pill bug who
Crawls, cringes, curls up Simply do me one favor:
Hiding from the pain Do not obliterate my work;
of tragic romance masochism, Let it mean something forever.
outtliving death disguised as
A giant dehydrating love.
The kingdom gates are closed,
And there is no place
Peel off my entire face flesh Left for me
To reveal the mortal But the unknown
Anorexic potential, I, anonymous
So I can look happy eternally. Am familiar with
By now.
Yet, even a bare skull
With a naked grin
Cannot fake the misery
That lies beneath.
A requisite to stumble around
With poisonous blood
To convey the clotted truth
The shallow soiled snow, I accept the neglect overtime;
I am a droplet that leaks Then again, it is better
Past the sealed faucet, If there is remembrance
A pill bug who
Crawls, cringes, curls up Simply do me one favor:
Hiding from the pain Do not obliterate my work;
of tragic romance masochism, Let it mean something forever.
outtliving death disguised as
A giant dehydrating love.
The kingdom gates are closed,
And there is no place
Peel off my entire face flesh Left for me
To reveal the mortal But the unknown
Anorexic potential, I, anonymous
So I can look happy eternally. Am familiar with
By now.
Yet, even a bare skull
With a naked grin
Cannot fake the misery
That lies beneath.
A requisite to stumble around
With poisonous blood
To convey the clotted truth
Kevin Adam Flores Barbosa is an English graduate who has been writing poetry and short fiction since he existed. He has been published in The Rio Review, University of Texas at Rio Grande Valley’s Gallery 2016-2018 magazines, The Chachalaca Review, and a couple of zines. He is a bittersweet poet who has an Instagram and Tumblr.
