Fat Gold Mystery

Plums in the pot, bubbling, bubbling

Custard in the pan, cooling, cooling

Logs in the fire, crumbling, crumbling

Infant on the rug, drooling, drooling

Rooftop primed with snow,

Sprinkled brown leaves, like

Shavings of chocolate, on vanilla ice cream

The world is new, and remade 

Every day

Fashioned; 

Threshed out, by the tools 

Of possibilities


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Magus

(Kevin Trent Boswell)

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dark spectators

file in from the corridor,

to witness death

scepter of violence

shines a smile

electric murder pictures

steal their breath


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(Kevin Trent Boswell)

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Universe Collapsing

Constant Arousal

Continual Unravelling

If you are Quiet…

You will Hear

If you Look…

You will See…

Nothing


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(Kevin Trent Boswell)

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waste

my love is dancing

in your sleep

and you, here now…

all a waste,

in your flight,

an empty, 

downward embrace 

return we, 

to one,

when you, pointed,

lick the 

ground

touch the girl’s insides

but realize…

empty   s pa  c  e

is what 

comes

not-one, 

for timidity’s sake 

the eyes cast lots 

of salty war

upon his gorgeous shelter

they still marvel 

at your lame,

dead hero 

a shady vision of candy dilemma 

bump the mouthful of riches

stick precise flesh 

between 

fast, clever eyes

us, to hollow leaves,

we went

and to ash

and for this, 

but a tangle 

of whispers, 

am i


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(Kevin Trent Boswell)

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bell

just as

a lover does

god

wishes to be

wooed

cried out for,

desired

hunted

I have called…

now,

for a

great

time

and

I am

weary

my eyes,

heavy

from the

looking out

my voice, tired

I am become

as a

sounding

bell

a chiming

in the darkness

an echo of

an echo

of a long

ago

heard only by

the ear

that sits close

to the mouth

who uttered

the sound

in the beginning

sound…

the genesis

of all things

beginning is

answered

only by

ending

god

not

somewhere

in the circuit

between

mouth

and

ear

instead,

there is only

mouth,

the ear

words,

the space

silence

between

yearning,

not knowing,

finding

remembering

and forgetting

loneliness

crying out

in the wilderness

for the return

home


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(Kevin Trent Boswell)

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Art Matters

I wrote a post, over at ConjureWork.com that I feel is important. It pertains to art, poetry, music and accurate thinking and how we all need it more than we may realize.

Rather than recreate it here, I’m just linking it: Art Matters.