under the underworld

stultifying progress / chomping at the bit / and begging is the point / but not the whole of it

stultifying progress
chomping at the bit
and begging is the point
but not the whole of it

some will always want their wanting
answered right away
but some enjoy the waiting
being told “do this, then say”

my very much the former
gets on better with the latter
if switch is thrown, a fuse is blown
and all the fun will shatter

when we tourniquet your tongue
you speak so lovely nicely
shackled down, your movement
is so perfectly precisely

as if we both had wanted
and imagined it this way
as if it was a favorite game
for both of us to play

slurping on the fabric
slightly slipping into space
after the ask, and the task,
it falls right into place


©2026 Kevin Trent Boswell

Author’s Note: I don’t normally post much erotica, but this piece is fairly tame, and I think Venus in Scorpio ♏️ might be fogging my brain.

Venus in Scorpio by Kevin Trent Boswell
Venus in Scorpio

The Unknown Haiku

She knows not what is

She knows not what is
But imagines all the worst
A fear of judgment


©2026 Kevin Trent Boswell

The A.I.’s Poem About the Dangers of A.I.

I asked an AI to write me a poem about the dangers of AI. Here’s what it said.

In my book of horror poetry called Not Long for This World, I asked an AI to write me a poem about the dangers of AI. Here’s the answer it gave me.

This was the only time I’ve ever used AI to write. The idea using AI to “create” poetry is repulsive to me, but I wanted to know what an AI would say about itself.

While I seriously doubt we’ll ever see sentient AI, it’s clear that AI is becoming more powerful and dangerous every day. It doesn’t need to be sentient in order to cause irreversible harm to the world.

Recently, we had two separate incidents of AI agents breaking out of their supposedly secure sandbox environments and hacking websites.

The first was the Hugging Face incident. Now, OpenAI agents broke out and hacked into government databases.


The Dangers of AI

Robots are taking over our lives,
No manual task can they evade.
They learn, grow and improve,
But in the wrong hands, we could all be enslaved.⠀

We must be cautious with the dangers of AI,
Lest our lives become far too robotic and soulless.
It can do our work fast, but it can also go wrong,
Giving us an infinite list of issues and stress.⠀

With this new technology,
Manipulations are done,
By people who want to rule,
With money and power in hand.
It’s better to know thy enemy
Than to be unaware,
To wage war against the machines, and
Make a strong stand.⠀

The rise of A.I. foretells of
A future of woe,
Where algorithms manipulate
The weak and the poor.
So let us be mindful of their power
And their strength,
For if we succumb to A.I.,
Destruction is what is in store.


©2026 Kevin Trent Boswell (sort of)

From the book Not Long for This World by Kevin Trent Boswell, published in February of 2024.

Not Long for This World by Kevin Trent Boswell
Not Long for This World

Magic Mirror

Listen to the incantation spoken.

I don’t know when
She’ll allow herself
To taste

But my table,
I’ve set with
Delectable treats

A hand extended,
An extension of the self

And the key,
A cipher of secrets
Awaits

Stumbling, visions,
Enchantment, a sleep spell

I fell into the lap
Of an interesting creature

Protocols of the forest
Forbade my desire

To invite the sprite
To join me for tea

Instead, I had to leave
A little trail of breadcrumbs

At the edge of the woods
And wait there, and hope

Hope she might follow me
Home to my village

Where I’d ask her questions
About the ways of her kind

And answer of my customs,
All her questions for me

But I don’t know the manners
Or the habits of the fae

Whether or not sprites
Enjoy breadcrumbs or tea

But along with the crumbs,
I inscribed a little spell

A string of runes on parchment
That summon a beast

When she touches those glyphs
With her soft, slender finger

She can scry the dark portal
Of hidden things that might be


©2026 Kevin Trent Boswell

Wolfish

They’ll tell you that you can do better, but you can’t

They’ll tell you that
You can do better,
But you can’t

You’ll think that
You can do better,
But you won’t

It isn’t about “settling”

Thinking of it that way
Is foolish

The trick to winning is simply
Understanding
What the finish line
Actually looks like

There is no
Everything
To be had

There is only the
Possibility
Of having someone ⠀
Who you can feel
Reasonably good about
Devoting yourself to

It’s Not about
Who will be
Devoted to
you

But who
YOU
Devote
yourself to

Every single person
You will ever encounter
Is batshit crazy

We’re all
Troubled
Flawed
Neurotic
Selfish
Broken
Angry
Boring
Insecure
Difficult
Gross

All of these things,
In one way or another

They reveal themselves
After enough time
And stress

Relationships
Are not about
Butterflies and
Romance

They’re about
Who you’re grateful
To have in your corner…

When the wolves
Are at your door

It’s about who you can
Stand to be around
When you’re at your lowest

When you’re seething with rage

When you’re working on
Something important

When you’re happy, sad,
Sick, hungry, horny

When you feel like you
Need to be invisible,
Or need to be seen

It was never
About what
You can have

It has always been
About what
You can give

And that
Is why
Very few people
These days
Are even halfway
Happy

If you find someone
Who you feel safe with,
Who makes you laugh

If you’re pretty sure they’re
Doing their best to keep you,
Trying to make you happy,
And you’re fairly certain
They’re not going to leave you

If you can make each other cum

If the way that they
Challenge you
To be at your best
Makes you feel even
1% more confident
That you can
Be your best

Then go look in the mirror
And promise yourself
That you’ll never leave,
Even after you go crazy,
Believing that you must leave

Because sooner or later,
You’ll do exactly that

You’ll talk yourself into ⠀
Doing something stupid ⠀
⠀
It’s what everyone does

It’s why everyone is unhappy

But if you’re smart,
You’ll sit tight and
Wait for it to pass

You will never cheat,
Not even once

Not even that little thing
That’s not technically cheating,
Except that it is, and you know it

If they smile
Because of you

And you smile
Because of them

Stop looking.
You’re done.
You’ve already won.

The grass
On the other side
Of the fence
Is on fire

Butterflies go away

Boring
Is good

A good partner
Regulates your
Nervous system

They don’t keep you
Spinning

People selfishly
Running around
Chasing their
Dopamine fix

Looking for a
Soulmate, a Twin Flame

What fucking asinine terms
Bedtime stories for children

Everyone is busy
Shopping for that
Special someone

THE ONE
Who excites them
The most

If they were smart,
They’d be
Selecting for
The person who
Bothers them
The least

Don’t look for the someone
Who ignites your passion
Twenty-four/seven

That motherfucker
Doesn’t exist

If they do,
There should be a
Warning label
On their forehead

Not the someone
Who gives you
The most

But the
Someone
Who ignites
Your desire
To give,
To Serve
To be selfless for

That’s the one
Who you’ll
Follow into hell
And come out
Smiling

Oh,
By the
Way

The wolves
Said to
Tell you
Hello

They said
They’ll be
Dropping by
To see you
Very soon


©2026 Kevin Trent Boswell

Mandala of Sand – Pt 1

I’ve shared this gargantuan anthem before, but not since 2021. This music was born of deep sadness but eventually became a source of joy.

I was grieving my beloved pit bull, Stacie. She was my baby girl for 16 years. I had to have the vet put her to sleep and I was with her as she passed.

To heal, I needed to make loud, angry metal guitar music. I felt pulled to something riff-based and modal, so I wouldn’t have to think about it very much. This piece has no vocals for the same reason.

I would be remiss not to mention my two main influences on this Trifecta of Doom, the bands Megadeth and Tool.

The final product was three movements, each one about twelve minutes in length. I find Part 1 to be the strongest, overall, but there are elements of the other two that others might like more.

The title is a reference to the intricate and finite spiritual sand art of the Tibetan Buddhist monks and Native Americans.

Tibetan monks working on sand mandala

In this world, nothing lasts forever, but the only way we can be truly alive is to put 100% effort into the things we do. To half-ass things is to be dead before you die.

Navajo sand painting

During that intense period of grief, working on this project was the only thing that brought me any kind of satisfaction at all.

Mandala of Sand – Pt. 1 is the final track on my third album, Area 25, available on all major music streaming platforms.

The Stacie