void – Kevin Trent Boswell

Shimmering glitter
Eye-catching flash
Mimicry appears
Exactly as you want

Finishing bitter,
Post-performance rash
Freshly stirred fears
A new belfry to haunt

There’s no cypher to garble
No secret code to crack
In fact, if you must know,
There’s nothing there at all

A bagful of one marble
One card in the stack
No place to go
Everywhere to fall

Sparkling illusion
Soap bubble pop
Wander the hallways
Thrown off directions

Sorry for the intrusion
It was never planned to stop
Meant all of it, always
Especially the corrections

The catbird seat is hot
Royal straightjacket robe
To privileged places, ascend;
Climbing through the gutters

For a thing which is not
Search the whole globe
The mind and spirit bend
The secret only stutters

What can be spoken?
What truth for no ears?
A face that’s for rent
The dark moon is obscured

The chamber is shattered
Chamber pot full of tears
A black swan event
Necessarily absurd

Blistered lips kissing
Chaffed ass on the concrete
From here, to eternity
To wonder, and to fail

Try guessing what’s missing
End up on the street
Erroneous paternity
The sting of single-tail

Better clowns have been here,
Mimes with greater skills
The right hand rarely
Keeps track of the left

Now, it’s painfully clear
A dispenser of thrills
A void missed, just barely
The ball landed bereft

Soft linen bedding
A daily stipend for expenses
The galloping, not a horse,
But, a zebra, after all

Where it’s all heading,
The land of pretenses
Defenseless, of course,
Still accepted the call

Perhaps you were expecting
Someone else to be here?
Just because the invitation
Said to arrive at six

Host, busy protecting
A cruel, smiling sneer
Mocking imitation
And, suddenly, it clicks

An ambush, assault
A bear trap in the woods
Skinned for the flesh
And, laid out to dry

But, it’s nobody’s fault
No one got the goods
The gears didn’t mesh
Then again, didn’t try

The taunting is worse
On the self, than the others
Hardly an excuse,
A license to slay

A versatile curse
It drowns and it smothers
Says, “It’s no use”
But, tomorrow, a new day

No one to complain to
The box office, closed
A theater, empty, every last seat
Only pale ghosts, up on the screen

Consoling errand, nothing to do
Fresh catch, decomposed
Folding the hand, walks away beat
Folly, asking, “What does it mean?”

The wander, without end
A broken wheel, turning
Each rotation leaves everything
A little more off-track

The mechanic won’t mend
The fire will keep burning
The eyes left to sing
A dull melody of black

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