I’m offering a special package deal. Below, you’ll find a list of all my poetry titles, as well as my album Flagship. For just $72, I’ll send you a copy of one of each of the poetry booksAND a copy of the Flagship CD.
That’s $39.21 off the cover price. Better still, this flat price includes FREE S&H.
The free shipping offer applies only as long as it’s in the continental U.S. If you want international shipping, you can contact me privately so that I can calculate a specific S&H price for you.
on the page – poems for artists, writers, and other hooligans $12.50
Liber ex Liberi – the Book of Children $7.77
Dark Matter – Poems of Horror and Depravity $9.99
Out on the Killing Floor $18.42
Total: $111.21
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“All Around” – music by Trent Boswell
I can’t find it I don’t see it
Though I’ve looked nowhere over
I was certain I’d have found it
By now
Thought I had it once
In my hand like a clover
But it flew away
Somehow
I’ve rubbed out my eyes
Squinting through the dark
But my eyes are too full
Of dreams
Want nothing so much
Thoughts of self not a spark
And I still do not know
What it means
Collecting each one
Not mine in a moment
All tomorrow’s
Forgotten yesterday
Yourself saw you with them
You know of the torment
A sideways hello
Didn’t say
Slippery little thing
So many to climb
Fall so fast and without
A sound
Never had your gift
Of yours all this time
Wrapped tight and spilling
On the ground
All time gone by
Flirting with the dawn
Seeking for a higher
High score
Those things which remain
To this day are long gone
These things are all things
No more
Don’t know why I bother
I bother not to know
It’s never too much
Not to say
A slight tinge of joy
In each thing to show
Everything never came
This way
The secret only shared
Never told never kept
All the smiles that cannot
Be got
Always not moving
Ever happy it wept
In the open it hides
Where it’s not
Close the window my friend
Despite how it looks
It is going to be
A fine day
For it has the good sense
In verbose old books
All words refraining
To say
A slight tiny sting
Four missing leaves of clover
Ending all applause
Curtain bow
Can’t find it don’t see it
Having looked all over
Was certain I’d have lost it
By now
“Dirt” – prose from Out on the Killing Floor by Kevin Trent Boswell
©2022 Kevin Trent Boswell
This piece of prose is from a book of horror poetry. What is horror poetry? Imagine that Stephen King wrote poetry and prose instead of novels and short stories.
This particular piece is about the climate crisis. It’s an imaginary interview with an American farmer in the not so distant future, a dystopian vision of the runaway effects of climate change.
The book is available here:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09NV6FGRF?ref_=pe_3052080_397514860
Support on Patreon:
War on Venus - Original music by Magus
I posted this song before, but I have entirely remixed it, and it sounds far superior to the original mix. I also shortened the title from “Tales of War On Venus” to “War on Venus.”
Something that I didn’t think to mention the first time I posted it: The guitar solo was first-take. I didn’t think I would keep it; I was only trying to get a check on the recording input level. But it just flowed out, and upon listening to it, I decided it was perfect just as it was.
Lyrics:
We sit, swapping war stories
We’ve barred all the windows and doors
Each of us covered in blood
Half of it mine, half of it yours
Two chairs, sitting face to face
The room is bare, otherwise
Suspiciously watching each other for
Sudden movements, any shift in the eyes
There’s a word for why we’re here
The trap, it fits us like a glove
Explains all the mess and the misery
And that four-letter word is love
Pause long enough to take a shot
From the big bottle of poison
We’re not much but we’re all that we’ve got
We sweat bullets and swear “You’re the one.
You’re the only one for me.”
Weapons at the ready, there in our laps
Fingers never far from the trigger
No one smiles, no one eats or sleeps
Shots of whiskey and resentment get bigger
It’s no mystery how or where
We both know who’s to blame, we insist
Each of us swearing that the other struck first
It was a case of love at first fist
There’s a word for why we’re here
This trap, it fits us like a glove
Explains all the mess and misery
And that four-letter word is love
©️2022 Kevin Trent Boswell
Video clips by:
cottonbro, MART PRODUCTION, KoolShooters, RODNAE Productions, Eugene Vasilevich, Alex Green, Timur Weber, Diva Plavalaguna, and Gustavo Fring
Music from Magus
Devil jump on ya
When you least expect it
With blood lust in his eyes
But you’ll pull through
Like you always do…
God willin’ and the creek don’t rise
Tax man poundin’ hard on your door
Taking everything your money implies
Without turning to crime,
You’ll survive on a dime…
God willin’ and the creek don’t rise
Shacked up for love, but it didn’t work out
Ain’t it painful when the love all dies?
But you’ll get off the street
And find someone sweet…
God willin’ and the creek don’t rise
Until the Lord himself
Knocks you off your feet
You keep on swingin’
And you can’t be beat
God willin’
Screaming Boss Man Jack,
‘bout to break your back
All your time out the window flies
You just smile and pick up his slack
Because one day you’ll get him back…
God willin’ and the creek don’t rise
The rivers can flood
And the levies break
But you know you gonna do
Whatever it takes
God willin’
To pay your bills, you need a little scratch
So you borrow from Frankie
But there’s just one catch:
Frankie is one of them connected type guys
The juice is steep but you better not renege
Less’n you want ol’ Frank to break your leg
But you just know you’ll pay it off…
God willin’ and the creek don’t rise
Drowning sorrows, feelin’ bereft
You done lost a friend
And didn’t have but one left
And now that joker’s runnin’ around town,
Spreading rumors and lies
Such a double crossin’ can’t happen twice
Because after all, most folks is nice;
At least that is…
God willin’ and the creek don’t rise
Show ‘em a whole army
Can’t ring your bell
The devils, cheats and liars
They can all go to hell
God willin’
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Music and lyrics
©2022 Kevin Trent Boswell
Vocals, bass, and all guitar parts by Magus
https://youtube.com/BNhnxnCZB5U
Straw That Broke the Monkey’s Back
“Straw That Broke the Monkey’s Back” from the electronic music album, Crossing the Rubicon, by Kevin Trent Boswell.
Copyright 2021 Kevin Trent Boswell
The song is available as an .mp3 audio file download on Patreon at Magus72. Patrons get plenty of insider benefits. Receive exclusive perks, extra content and the satisfaction of knowing that you’re supporting the arts.
The original rock album is Flagship, a surreal blend of influences such as Hendrix, The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, Jane’s Addiction and Jethro Tull but with the stamp of a quite different voice and guitar sound.
Album tracks for streaming or purchase on iTunes or get a signed copy of the CD (or purchase the album or get individual tracks) from Conjure Work.
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