Yes, my dear,
You’re exactly like God
You’re exactly like God
In the following way
You demand to be worshipped,
With no return on investment
And you angrily smite those
Who don’t bow and pray
Yes, my dear,
You’re just like the Divine
You’re like the Divine,
And the way I can tell
Is that I walked away
From it, and from you
And having done so,
I’m no longer in hell
©2025 Kevin Trent Boswell
I’d rather my heart
Be repeatedly broken
Than allow my heart
To be turned into stone
I’d rather be alone
Than be with a liar
To be with a liar
Is to be truly alone
©2025 Kevin Trent Boswell
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
radial beams
smile sears through
the morass of tedious
normalcy
similar to a sizzling steak
on the grill in the backyard
good feelings spray out
like the water from a
rotating yard sprinkler
hand me a straw
and let me sip
this sugary cocktail
of swirling girlish charm
easy to drink
drunk on the polarity
of what she is
and what I am not
©2025 Kevin Trent Boswell
like a game of
Jenga, or Operation
like the careful restructuring
of a house of cards
how to
delicately slide
the desired shape
out of its current position
and into the one
I choose?
it’s absolutely essential
to have a steady hand,
to avoid upsetting the harmony
must not startle,
or cause alarm
she is nestled ⠀
comfortably
into her little nook, ⠀
her home
if it is indeed possible that
she might be moved by me…
then I must proceed
ever so gently, deftly,
with the greatest
of charm and tact
otherwise, the whole structure
could come tumbling
down
one must be debonair,
unhurried, poised, skilled,
perhaps even a bit
devil-may-care
for a handler of cards,
the appeal of the card
is what strength she brings to his hand
does she make for a
weak pair of twos?
or does she complete his straight flush?
does she make him look and feel
like the winner of the game?
but the card herself,
she is far more impressed
by the manner in which
an adroit dealer is able to
adeptly and confidently ⠀
handle her
expertly positioning her
without her necessarily
noticing
she wants to feel
safely controlled,
lovingly held,
as a crowning
symbol of
fulfillment
and fruition
but if the Queen of Hearts
is yielding…
if she offers some assistance,
some small help
in wiggling her out
of that lonely position
between the Three of Clubs
and the Four of Spades,
then there’s hope
and I will keep that card
always
up under my sleeve,
right next to my skin
©2025 Kevin Trent Boswell
no flailing
hopelessly
against the
locked door
no hurling of self
at the feet of the
unappreciative,
useless,
would-be
royal
no pleading
with a fickle child,
changing-with-the-wind,
always insistent,
and never gracious
there shall only be
the championing
of the devout
worshipper
the one who basks
in the joy of being
in the presence
who abundantly,
persistently,
and clearly
sings the praises
this,
this is the only head
that shall be
crowned
and kissed
and covered
by praise and protection,
by the gift of honor,
and the giving
and receiving
of service
service
rendered
in endless
and selfless
bliss
©2025 Kevin Trent Boswell
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