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

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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

How High The Moon

 

 

The 1940 jazz standard written by Nancy Hamilton, music by Morgan Lewis.

Here performed by Magus (Kevin Trent Boswell) as a chord-melody, instrumental guitar solo. It’s not my own arrangement, just one I picked up from a book of jazz standards. Enjoy.

 

See more at:

antiverse

The Plastic Infinity

Flagship

Conjure Sound

Conjure Work

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

Untitled

My rattie Pepper. The poem is NOT about her 😉

goodbye to long loved lover…

of mind

of body

of soul comfort

a simple adieu will never do

i had to learn of your blues

before i could come to our parting

with my new lack luster ontology

i will reflect

on my past respect

for you

and what you meant to me

we danced on the threads of being

auriferous sight,

through the succulent sight

of your superior seeing

last night i dreamed of monsters

but while i was awake

my mind was subservient

to your subsequent safety;

many daydreams did you bring me

in baskets of gold weaving

but now, my mind troubles

at the thought of retrieving you

and your sorely, of late,

soft company…

which has become sharp

and obtrusive

these days, since the

course of my ways

has drifted

away from you,

my former confidant

i have betrayed you

in some sense,

since i have outgrown you,

i now must disown you,

no longer a jewel

but a weight

no longer the earthy giver

of the delighted light of life,

my freedom of a wife,

full of discourse

and ideas

i will send word of your purpose

through my travels,

the undertakings of my soul

seen hereafter without you

i will miss you sorely,

though i may tolerate you

no more

by (Magus) (Kevin Trent Boswell)

More at:

https://kevintrentboswell.com

https://conjurework.com

http://conjuresound.com

http://antiverse.webs.com

https://theplasticinfinity.com