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From the book Out On the Killing Floor

I think I will
Leave this world
To all of the
Scoundrels and villains⠀

Who are without number
Like the stars of heaven⠀

I shall bequeath
The whole of it
To all to them⠀

Especially since
They seem to have it
All under their control
Already⠀

They may have it⠀

There is
No part of it
That I desire
Any longer


©2026 Kevin Trent Boswell

From the book Out On the Killing Floor by Kevin Trent Boswell.

This charming little tome of terrible terribles was published in 2021, on Christmas Day, only because I’m a deeply disturbed man.

Out On the Killing Floor by Kevin Trent Boswell
Out On the Killing Floor

Be Silent Now

Most people are
Too crazy
To sit still

And let
Somebody
Love them

There are too many
Preconceptions
Requirements
Conditionals
Unspoken
Expectations

Too much trauma

Too many
Feelings
Of guilt
Fear
Shame
Unworthiness

They’ll have a
Knee-jerk reaction
And stop it cold
From the start

Or accept it,
Initially

They’ll go through
All the motions, the buzz that
Flutters through you when you’re
With someone new

But the
Moment
They realize
It’s not ending,
They’re not being
Dumped

They’re not seeing any
Major red flags,
The things that would
Normally allow them
An acceptable excuse
To bow out, step away

When nothing
Unusual happens

When it just
Goes along
Smoothly,
The way that it’s
Supposed to

They find that they’re
Too addicted
To the drama

The constant
Yo-yo seesaw roller coaster
Of the madness
That is most relationships

The steady supply
Of predictable
Comfort
Is just
Too much
For them
To take

So they start
Something

A fight

Or they obsess
Over a need
That they
Never express
With words

Or they project
A belief or attitude
Onto the other person,
One that isn’t in that person’s
Character, interest, thoughts,
Feelings, needs, or wants

But nonetheless,
They convince themselves
That the other person
Started the fight

The other person should have
Known what they needed

The other person was really
Hiding how they truly felt

And they blow it up

Like a marine
Clearing a foxhole
With a grenade, then the pistol,
And the bayonet, just to be safe

Really emptying it out,
Making sure that
Everything in there
Is dead

It’s a fear response

The brain is,
In a strange,
Perverse way,
Trying to
Protect itself

Odd,
Considering

All the damn thing
Had to do was

Sit still

Accept someone
Petting it​,
Kissing on it,
Hugs and
Praise

But sometimes,
There just too much
Heartache
Sitting right there,
Fresh in the memories

We can’t separate
The past from the present

Sometimes,
The person will
Realize the mistake
Later on

But the moment
Has passed

The doctor
Walks into the
Waiting room
And says with a
Somber tone

I’m sorry,
They didn’t make it

The body rejected
The donor’s heart

There was
Nothing
We could do


©2026 Kevin Trent Boswell 

Think

The smarter you are
The more people will love you
And hate you as well
A mind admired by all
And yet, completely alone


©2026 Kevin Trent Boswell

Author’s Note: This is a tanka, an extended form of Japanese haiku. It has the usual 5-7-5 syllable structure, plus two more lines of 7 syllables each. 

“Unlike haiku, which frequently focus strictly on nature, tanka heavily incorporates human relationships, deep feelings, and inner reflections.”

Simple

Not lying to self
Everyone around us
Said what we wanted
To all of those who said No
Deaf ears say No in return


©2026 Kevin Trent Boswell

Author’s Note: This is a tanka, a traditional extended form of Japanese haiku. In addition to the usual 5-7-5 syllable structure, it adds two more lines of 7 syllables each. 

“Unlike haiku, which frequently focus strictly on nature, tanka heavily incorporates human relationships, deep feelings, and inner reflections.”

I’m pretty happy with this one. There are multiple ways to interpret it, and you can make varying inferences in the connecting lines by asking yourself what it means if you assume a different interpretation.

It’s also a nice afterthought for “Norms.”

Initially, I was just going to post the poem by itself, but I began thinking about the stark divisions in present day society, and how few people are advocating for compromise in anything.

In some cases, compromise is not the best choice. Democracy is under threat, personal freedoms are at risk, and the wealthy are exploiting the poor. But apart from these moral battlegrounds, not every social issue needs to be a hill to die on.


I present to you the following images for your consideration. If you’re honest, you’ll admit that some of them strike you as acceptable and appropriate, while others bother you in some way, however slightly, regardless of how much you may tell yourself it shouldn’t bother you.


I’m not pushing a specific narrative here, no Liberal or Conservative agenda. I honestly can’t stomach either side.

I used to consider myself a Liberal, always voted Democratic. But in the last few years, they’ve become just as bad about toeing the party line, not factchecking anything, and being just as judgmental as the political Right, only about different issues.

That said, I would rather gouge out my eyes and eat them than be a Republican. There’s no political place for someone like me to stand, so I’ve opted out of the whole thing. Both parties want to destroy me, just in different ways.

I no longer have any use whatsoever for labels like Conservative, Liberal, Socialist, Republican, Democrat, Progressive, Centrist, or Libertarian.

Every one of these contains some truth, and each one of them is missing the mark in many ways. Modern-day polarization is at an epic level of stupidity.

  • “Traditional gender roles are oppressive, even for those who genuinely WANT them,” OR “Traditional gender roles are the only acceptable way to be”

  • “Gender is a construct” OR “Going against your assigned gender is wrong or unnatural”

  • “LGBTQ is not only okay, but it’s preferable” OR “LGBTQ is immoral”

  • Misandry OR Misogyny – both are real and both do immeasurable harm; anyone who says otherwise is a liar, not a good human being

  • “Races shouldn’t mix” OR “It actually shows that you’re a better person if you date outside your own race”

  • “Immigrants shouldn’t be here at all” OR “We should let everyone in, even while people who were born here are struggling, homeless, and hungry”

  • “Religion is the opiate of the masses. Do away with it” OR “Put bibles in every classroom”

Nobody cares about the middle ground anymore. Everyone thinks in absolutes, and they want you to think in all-or-nothing dichotomies, too.

My Philosophy:

Everyone, shut the fuck up and mind your own goddamn business.

If what others are doing is consensual and legal, if everyone involved seems happy (not under duress), then it’s literally none of your business.

Stop trying to force people to do things the way you do them.

Stop trying to force others to be comfortable with your beliefs and practices. Nobody owes you their comfort, acceptance, or support.

These days, it’s popular to see people slandering the way others live their lives. These same people usually turn around and reveal just how toxic they are themselves.

They slam someone else for thinking or doing things in a certain way, but then they show how they psychologically, emotionally, physically, or financially manipulate the people around them.

It’s not necessary to approve of other people’s lifestyles. You are allowed to dislike the things others do. You are only required to keep your opinions to yourself.

Unless someone is being compelled against their will or coerced under undesired pressure, leave them alone. If they want your help, they’ll ask. Unless someone is forcing themselves on someone else, be an adult and mind your business.


END OF OLD MAN RANT.

Carry on.

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