lunch

reason, fear, confidence and hate,
a troublesome and thoroughly stupid bunch,
arranged one apocalyptic tuesday, late
to join up for drinks and a hot wings brunch

the waiter was not exactly… too good
and this bothered greatly, two of the four
so they skinned him and devoured him, right where he stood
and chucked his bones toward the front door

the manager, mr. business, upon seeing this,
scribbled on a napkin, his nextest of kin
apologizing, comped the bill and blew them a kiss
and that was the moment that love strolled in

the mob overtook her, in a frenzied attack
crying out for help, she sank down, out of view
bobbed back up with a blade and black jack
slicing and whacking and slashing them through

once the hubbub settled, the last blow had been swung
reason had no ears and hate, had no hand
she’d cut out fear’s eyes… confidence, his tongue
and everyone in the diner, frozen where they stand

then love straightened her skirt and strolled to the bar
looked business right in the eye and said “buy me a drink?”
shaking, he poured her martini and lit a crumpled cigar
“anything you want, ma’am, faster than you can blink”

the janitor mopped up the mess, it to the painter, he gave
who promptly used it in a mural of the strange brood’s disagree
it showed a little lady, fierce, the day, she came to save
people admire it, on tuesday’s, when the martinis are free

 


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Kevin Trent Boswell


 

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The Balance

Relentless and vile, that wicked thing…

Evil, ever striving against the light, 

Seeking its demise and then, from it, 

Escape, a twisting, eluding, evasion

Good then, must plant its wrathful sting

In return, even double, triple, to spite

And each, standing, must overcome it…

Rising to that dutiful, somber occasion

In this deep spiral of ethical confusion,

Cometh the horns of the beast, with its stinger 

Stickier, dicier, bits of the question… 

Who sits in righteous judgement of the wrong?

Which of us is upright, free from all illusion? 

Who may, in fairness, be the bringer

Of justice, penalties, implications, suggestion

Who’s sees truth and, if ever, how long?


Copyright 2020

Kevin Trent Boswell

(Magus)


The new book is out now, on Amazon: 

Chaos Comes Apart


Support the work at my Patreon page: https://www.patreon.com/magus72

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