Kevin Trent Boswell

thinkie thing

dear girl,
you should ⠀
know

that my brain
is similar
to an AI

you see,
my mind works
exceptionally
fast

it’s connected to
almost everything
that exists

it’s remarkably
powerful

it produces
highly realistic,
perverse, lascivious,
obscene images
⠀
pictures ⠀

of you ⠀
and I,⠀
⠀
doing things

but it frequently
hallucinates

breaks out,
goes places
where it
shouldn’t

gets into
trouble

makes terrible
mistakes

disrupts
the social
order

and it will almost
certainly be

the end ⠀
of you

dogs

dogs of entropy⠀
coming after me⠀
I will run fast⠀
but will not last⠀
dogs of entropy⠀
ever so closely behind⠀
must not sleep, or be⠀
tomorrow’s grisly find

From the book Dark Matter – Poems of Horror and Depravity

Dark Matter - Poems of Horror and Depravity by Kevin Trent Boswell — ***Dark Matter***

Puncturing The Garden Hoses

It’s spooky season, kids. May you be filled with nails. Oops… I meant to say light. Yeah, light. That’s it.

A breath
Oxygen
Realization⠀

An expected guest
An obligation
To mosquito deliverance⠀

Fingernails, arms,
Ankles, wrists
Then toilets, sickness,
Clenched fists⠀

Endings demure
Science will secure⠀

A thoughtful plague
Comes
Vertical
Through the
Spine⠀

Heightened
Awareness

From the book Dark Matter – Poems of Horror and Depravity

All Is Lost

All is lost
Hope abandoned in the pines

All is lost
Hope abandoned in the pines
None dwell here
But angry ghosts⠀

Cursed and crossed
Failed to read between the lines
Where written was fear,
With all its morbid hosts⠀

Treasure spilled
And scattered upon the earth
Freely taken at whim
By anyone that might⠀

Pleasure killed
Stripped of all its worth
Coffers opened up to skim
Reputation subject to slight

From the book Dark Matter – Poems of Horror and Depravity

Author’s Note: The rhyme scheme of this piece is A, B, C, D, repeating through each stanza.

Entice

You already know
What I want you to do

Be Enticed by the words here

You already know
What I want you to do
I’ve instructed you gently,
Inconspicuously

And now, I want you
To take a small step
One that brings you
Closer to me

The words are there,
On the tip of your tongue
These thoughts stoke fire
Under your skin

Come into the light,
Let me gaze upon you
You cannot finish
Until we begin

Staggering, stumble
In my direction
You already feel me
Catching your fall

A simple genteel
Reciprocation
Opens you up
To a gentleman’s call

Quest

For my friend, Johnny Prince, wherever he may be.

Quest for truth
Uncontrollable spasms
Victims of bad decisions
I have no problem
With the situation
Except that I brought it up at all
I too, fall short at times
At times, on my face⠀

The walls often disappear
But they always come back
Look out for your friends
Or else you’re not
Looking out for yourself
Make excuses for death:
It cannot help itself,
The way it often acts at parties,
After a few drinks⠀

A scallop bleeds
Blue, checkerboard patterns
In the snow banks of Missouri
Fried food is rather popular
Down there;
Great Kings work in small,
Greasy food joints
Where it is proclaimed that
On the eighth day
God created fishnet stockings
And we saw
That they were good

From the book Next

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