One may, at any slapdash time
With little more than wink and nod
With no sense, reason, structure, rhyme
Of any chosen thing, make a god
Copyright 2020
Kevin Trent Boswell
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your self-hatred runs
the whole way through,
with its shark tooth hunger
and desert thirst
since you only speak of how,
all but you,
everyone else
is the downright worst
yes, they robbed your ego,
of its growth
I’m well aware,
the scars run deep
I‘d have loved you enough,
for us both
but your jaws are locked,
and so both, we weep
Copyright 2020
Magus
(Kevin Trent Boswell)
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Confounding the stupefied senses, the
syllabus, schedules of uninformed winner
you’ve reliably opened a festering wound,
spending lunch money upon trinkets of dinner
Empty the cup that was never quite full,
all the seats cold and audience, waiting
there’s no more rind or gristle to eat
and no one left, to hear the debating
Slink down now into entertaining covers
and call it all finally done, for a life
wasted and somehow full of wonder,
no loud report, but fish round for a knife
And instantly recall, in blissful drudgery,
some things can’t be cut by the cannon gun
whether eight more lines or only a million
some faces watch, from which you don’t run
Quiet cannibals, eating your sorrows
angels who lift any plagues from your land
mouths that sit, ready for morsels
morsels that come from only your hand
Sing now, with wretched rooster of morning
sing loud of his majesty and curse his name
take small solace in dimwitted knowledge…
no one is salvation and no one’s to blame
Copyright 2020
Magus
(Kevin Trent Boswell)
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I.
… standing right on the tip
of a spoonful of madness…
now, there’s a guy
who understands
the depths
of loss
I fell into a well
of brilliant colors
covering lungs
in layers of
dark gloss
no wiser,
or better
for the experience
but
never a lament
will you hear
from me
time…
and other…
four letter words
(aside)
a plethora of pleasures and miseries
have I earned and yearned,
pleaded against and welcomed
with banquets
for and through my guilt by association
with the bleating of these mild sheep,
cloaked in the
dripping, hollow fangs
of serpents
crashes
of symbols,
off beat {snares}
four/for MaDN”u”s
and off key stares—————–> II
II.
study well this deranged diatribe
tests are continuous,
apparatus is on its way
to assist you…
with those
already concluded
we’re
watching
you
III.
are the bad ones
bothering you
again?
take
this
and
end
it
Copyright 2020
Magus
(Kevin Trent Boswell)
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Kevin Trent Boswell 