absurdist – Kevin Trent Boswell

A Collage of Chimeras and Phantasms

by Kevin Trent Boswell available on Amazon

Now available on Amazon

Now Available

A Collage of Chimeras and Phantasms, the 12th publication by Kevin Trent Boswell

A Collage of Chimeras and Phantasms is a
general collection of poems. The material veers wildly in several directions at once. You’ll find stream-of-consciousness pieces, romantic poems, works of heartbreak, dark scalpel slices that reside in the penumbra of horror, and avant-garde bits of absurdism. So, there’s no need to trouble yourself attempting to understand the methodology here—there is none.

216 pages

©️2025 Kevin Trent Boswell

A Collage of Chimeras and Phantasms by Kevin Trent Boswell — A Collage of Chimeras and Phantasms
by Kevin Trent Boswell

Coming Soon

On Saturday, I spent the entire day editing and submitting the manuscript for my new book.

I got it finished and turned in, then treated myself by eating too much pizza.

The author’s proof should be here in a day or two and I can proofread it. Then, it will go live and be available on Amazon.

marbles and magnets

daddy magnet fire bomb
chaser, a Molotov cocktail
excellent man angler fish
knows how to ride the rail

a suspicious looking package
electronically delivered
a string of neural signals
warning one, it shivered

doesn’t matter it’s nonsensical
for sense, it does not matter
the sound of marbles rolling around
a set of teeth that chatter

a spike of dopamine in the brain
nothing else exists at all
adrenaline rush of pure chaos
and total lack of protocol

Little Despot

Empty-headed blood scepter
Rails on about rights and privileges

But the angel-faced baboon
Will have none of it

Garrison bone hides
Rancid jowls in its ivory jar

Circus clown juggler
Tilts at the mills of wind,
Falls of water, and the
Endless static screen

Burn all that useless crap
In the trash barrel
Out back

Reach in the candy dish
And pull out a fresh squid

This tiny line of chalk
Guides the anchor to its resting place

Cranial trauma
This, too, shall never pass

But the not-subsiding
Should subside
Within a few thousand years or so

Your head only hurts because
We’ve removed it;
Imminent domain

The lumpy piece of flesh
That used to be inside of it
Is now an air freshener
Hanging from the rear view mirror
In the Devil’s Cadillac

He says it reminds him of home

One last thing,

Please sign here:

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A Ridiculous Thing

Don’t worry, you will love no part of it;
It’s certain to please, someone, somewhere

Possibly and definitely, maybe
No one who isn’t everyone, but is

Enter the theater of the absurd

And words… did I mention…
There is words; there are many word

A poem, a bit of a slight,
A sleight of hand, poetic
Stream-of-consciousness to commence
Leaning into the background
A handy little bit of conscience, handed
Down onto the foreground and landed
And not the slightest bit of it
Made any sense,
Not one single mode or section

Reason completely escaping detection
And hence,
Thoroughly not the throughout…
It’s good
And it’s okay if you realize that it isn’t
Okay to be good at detecting
That it is, but only when you know
That it might be

Peek behind the floor
There’s nothing under the door
And someone is beside the rug,
Shrugging at the sound of the wall
And laughing at all the empty windows

We might have just enough time
To do everything
With the rest of the nothing

No one needs an excuse to be a poem

A poem is an utterly meaningless,
Ridiculous thing,
And everyone has
Every bit as much right
To be one
As I do