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
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Antiverse and
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
a beautiful trap
enveloping prey
with your
impossibilities;
ideas…
a subtle swarm
of lovely fireflies
invades
the lungs,
precipitating
an expensive sleep
and all this
is just your way
of saying
hello
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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
by Kevin Trent Boswell, aka Magus
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Question not, nor wonder why
Twist not knots in thy mind
Much is mystery beneath the sky
Meant not to know whilst in thy prime
Understanding lies not in fruit unripe
Sweetest fruit is aged and cooked
Pull your freedom from nature’s pipe
There lies the knowledge you’ve overlooked
by Magus (Kevin Trent Boswell)
Kevin Trent Boswell 
