min. wage

who do i think i am?

you ask

why,

i am joe schmoe,

don’tcha know?

i am he who plays

by the rules;

the servant of fools

i am the scrounger

of pocket change

i am he

who will exchange

himself

for gain

you know my name.

yours is the same.

By Magus (Kevin Trent Boswell)

copyright 2018

Magus, Conjure Sound, Kevin Trent Boswell

For music, see:

The Plastic Infinity and

Conjure Sound

For more poetry:

Antiverse and

Patreon

last day

in the days of short pencils

and long papers

an earned renunciation of earlier 

struggles

supernatural glimpse of a 

well cooked tomorrow,

lying on the plate 

beside the knife of

decision

bringing in the trot lines;

wrestling with those large, fat fish,

ready for the pan 

and the flame

no more kung-fu,

arduous battle with 

quadratic equations

instead, glancing at a 

moldy clock,

I see that the 

little hand is on armistice 

and the big hand is on 

congratulations 

By Kevin Trent Boswell

Kevin Trent Boswell and Stacie

Death

a brief glimpse of something sort of like poetry… but not entirely… by Kevin Trent Boswell

The bean came undone

The waters did run

And runners so fast

Cannot be out run

 

It worked out in the wash

And came out in the rinse

And no one’s thought

About it since

 

Halloween for some weird kid named Kevin Trent Boswell
Death, in training.

 

by Kevin Trent Boswell, aka Magus

Find out more at these spots on the wonderwebs:

Conjure Work

See other stuff (music and poetry)

The Plastic Infinity

Conjure Sound

The album, Flagship, at CD Baby

Patreon

poetry at: antiverse

Kevin Trent Boswell