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Goddess

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

Druthers

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

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topiary

you like to think of it as
fashioning, shaping,
trimming to fit

everything looks better
smaller

at least, that’s how
it seems to you,
because you are
small

always pruning, shaping,
lopping bits off

leaves of contentment
stems of security
roots of self-worth
the flowers of joy

you make it all tiny,
small enough to fit
in your dainty little
terrarium

or in your pocket

or your shoe

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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

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by Kevin Trent Boswell

Your Friend Is Not Your Friend

You’ve never decided
A thing for yourself
You don’t follow through
Or stick to the course

You’ve no self-esteem
You lack the discipline
Of a well-trained dog
Or a horse

You do nothing unless
Your friend says it’s cool
And you live by their
Useless suggestion

Your mirthless friend
Is a clueless shit,
But you still never think
To question

You could break away
And leave them behind
But you know they’d mock
And shame you

So, instead, you’re unhappy,
You imprison yourself
And you let them
Control and tame you

Your failures make
Your “friend” feel better
But you think it’s wise counsel
And affection

Their “guidance” is a curse,
Guides you into the ditch,
It keeps you lonely
And lacking connection