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February 23rd, 2018 - Poetry Reading

About February 23rd, 2018

untitled poem by Kevin Trent Boswell 06:55 pm
Kevin Trent Boswell

a pinch of madness

the insane notions of a poet, sorcerer,

a singer of peculiar songs,

the rhythmic, vain ideations of one

who conjured strange creatures

from the cauldron of creation

over and beyond this threshold, 

you partake of the leisures of sound and sultry syllable

lessons and lectures and laughters 

and the lesions of wounded minds, 

weary with the weight of life

and giddy with the youthful joys of the coil-sprung death instrument 

called cosmos and its temporal, jittery stasis 

tune in to the mad frequency of the hatter's harp

feel the feathery quill between your fingers, 

scratching the soft illusions of underworld cathedrals

onto the digital parchment of binary scrolls

and into the thousand, orb-like eyes of the argus 

place your hand into a nebulous, darkened grab bag 

of glasslike candies and venomous serpents

here, you will know not the quilted comforts of certainty 

but only the gambler's thrill, that of wanton abandon 

mercurial mirth whispered in your ear

tip me for a tune and I will write you a rhyme

receive the song by bartering for the verse with a dime 

the witch ways abound in this universe of sound

words walk here... like men... 

men who speak lessons,

instructions in the summoning of demons,

demons who cut doorways in the daylight,

doors through which only angels may pass,

these angels enter into the earth and make oddly-perfumed flowers, 

flowers that bloom children under the cold rocks of winter,

children who spend their time slaughtering gods for sport,

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