who?
you,
mine,
for me
what?
everything
that we
did not do
last time
and more
where?
oh, just
everywhere
here ⠀
and there, ⠀
and there, ⠀
and here
in each
and every
just place
yourself ⠀
where I can
place you
where it ⠀
pleases me
when?
now,
tomorrow,
yesterday,
forever,
always
fully,
completely,
totally
here
in all of the
moments
of every
day
or you
were never
really
here
at all
why?
oh, no reason
all the
reasons
just do it
because
I said so
because
you want
to do
what
I tell
you
to
because
you have been
waiting,
hoping
to be
told
how?
with no
resistance
total
surrender
tiny grains
sliding through
narrow waist
of hourglass
bit by
bit
piece by
piece
make yourself
make yourself
by letting me
make you
now,
no more
questions
let us
begin
©2026 Kevin Trent Boswell
Fire dwells and sparks in between
Thoughts, words, and deeds
Spaces, tingling, hot, unseen
Waters flow throughout the night
The small places filling up
Causing you to agree it’s right
Sound and furious moving parts
Military commands, so many
Sorcery compels through darkest arts
You yield and fall willingly low,
Arranging yourself as instructed
Crawling to places you’re told to go
Trials and tribulations galore
Politely, you asked for this
Requesting, begging, always “more”
My angel, bound to always be true
My devil, expected nightly to please
Consuming, devouring, all of you
I’ll tell you when I’m done for the night
Then you may collapse into sleep
Until then, submit, and be held tight
©2026 Kevin Trent Boswell
black and blue
the only thing true
fall apart and
back to start
one’s left to wonder
a failure to see
pictures and text
what might be next
is anything worse
a page of verse
torn asunder
and left to be
©2026 Kevin Trent Boswell
Author’s Note:
The rhyme scheme is A, A, B, B, C, D
How to piss people off, using a traditional form of Japanese poetry known as “tanka.”
Listen to their friends
Advice from ChatGPT
No wonder we’re screwed
Men are not taught to be men
Simping for ungrateful shrews
Girl finds man who leads,
Single girls keep girl single,
Tell her she should not
Only want what they don’t have
No one is taught what matters
Freedom is not free
Play field, waste youth; now alone
Tells young girls, “do same”
Nature is called wrong and mocked
So independent and strong
©2026 Kevin Trent Boswell
Author’s Note:
This is probably going to make some women angry. But hey, that’s not exactly hard to do. I’m a straight, white male, Gen X, and single, which is a diabolical pentagram of darkness that makes me The Devil.
Dun… Dun… Duh! 👿
The dating advice I see given to women by other women is so completely disconnected from reality that it’s just mind boggling. It’s literally the opposite of what men actually want from women.
And a lot of it is so dysfunctional, manipulative, and toxic, that I don’t understand why it doesn’t get flagged and taken down.
As an astrologer, I’m well aware of the explosive elements in play right now, as I post this. The Moon is conjunct Mars in Leo, both of which are squared to Venus retrograde in Scorpio, who is sitting with Mercury in Scorpio (and he just entered the shadow phase of his upcoming retrograde). And these two are squared to Pluto in Aquarius.
So, the “smart thing to do” would be to sit this out, not say anything inflammatory, especially about male/female dynamics.
But for one thing, I’m not smart. For another, there’s literally nothing to lose anymore. Year after year, I see more and more absolutely disgusting sexism… coming from women, not men.
I know some men are misogynistic, and fuck those guys; they suck ass. But I honestly can’t remember the last time I heard a man say something genuinely hateful about women.
But I have lost count of how many women I have heard say that they hate men. And I don’t mean in a moment of frustration. I mean say it with full confidence.
TikTok is a prime example. It’s chock full of women saying that all men are trash, kill men, etc. They openly teach women how to manipulate men, and none of it ever gets taken down.
And they laugh at male suicide rates, which are four times higher than female rates.
Misandry is the new black.
If women “don’t need no man,” and everything we do is “toxic masculinity,” then as I said, there’s nothing left to lose anymore.
There’s no incentive to be polite, beyond my own ethics. I will be polite to individuals, but sexism is sexism is sexism, and saying that it’s not sexism if it comes from women is just disgusting.
Women, you don’t need to listen to me. But for the love of all that is holy and unholy, please stop listening to the Mean Girls. They don’t want to see you succeed. They want to see you fail.
They use Intra-Sexual Competition Strategies. In other words, they deliberately sabotage you while smiling at you and telling you that they only want you to be happy.
Look into it yourself. Depending on who you ask, this is either an obvious truth, or a “tool of the patriarchy,” whatever that means.
A basic web search reveals this:
Females engage in competitive intra-sexual strategies primarily through indirect aggression, mate-guarding, and dual-mating tactics to secure high-quality mates and resources. [1, 2, 3]
Key Competitive Strategies
Today, to be
Surrounded by allies,
To be a part of the group,
The tribe, the crowd,
The community, the cool kids,
You have to be
Even more willing
To swallow
Shovelfuls of horseshit
Than you did
In the past
There was always
A certain amount of
Necessary conformity
In being part of a
Group of any kind
Even to have friends,
You had to kind of
Dance around
Their sensitive spots,
Tell them what they
Wanted to hear
Otherwise,
You might as well be
A monk, living in a cave
On a mountaintop
And in the past,
This was reasonably
Okay
Because friends and groups
Often brought with them
Good times, safety, opportunities,
Counsel that was
Worth more than the
Toilet paper sticking to
The bottom of that guy’s shoe
As he walks out of the john
But today,
It’s far wiser
To avoid any crowd
Any gathering
Of more than perhaps
Three to five people
Is probably already
Contaminated
With at least one person
Who is so incredibly stupid
That they’ll get you killed
Or locked up
Or they’ll do some sort of
Serious damage
To your reputation,
Your mental health,
Or something
Most people think the term
Loose cannon
Has something to do with
Cops who don’t follow the rules
But still get the job done
We can thank 1980s movies
For that
But it really refers to
The cannons on old ships
Those things weighed
Anywhere from half a ton
To four tons
And if they weren’t
Properly secured,
Chained in place on the deck,
The slightest bad weather
Could send these huge
Behemoth hunks of iron
Tear-assing all over the ship
They’d crush a man to death
Instantly, like a grape
They’d smash through
The hull of the vessel
And sink it
In 1545, there was
An English carrack
Called the Mary Rose
A rose was the Tudor emblem
It was Henry VIII’s flagship,
Named after his favorite sister,
Mary Tudor, Queen of France
She weighed 700-800 tons,
Altogether;
The ship, that is,
Not Mary Tudor,
Queen of France
That carrack had
91 guns onboard,
8 ½ to 12 feet long,
Weighing anywhere from
3,000 to 6,000 pounds each
The Mary Rose was hit by
A sudden squall
Many, if not all, of the guns
On one side of the ship
Flipped over and went
Careening into the
Other side of it
It went down into the ⠀
Bubbling depths
Along with 400-700
Soon-to-be-dead men
That’s what it means
To call someone
A loose cannon
And that’s basically what
Most people are
In the modern world
They’re heavy,
Dull as iron,
Explosive,
And not moored to
Anything stable
They don’t have the
Sense to lash down the
Heavy artillery
During heavy weather
They only care about
Their freedoms,⠀
Their autonomy,⠀
Their right to roll around⠀
On the floor like babies
⠀
However they want,
Whenever they want,
Wherever they want
And they care nothing
About whether or not they will
Get you hurt in the process
Regardless of what they say;
It’s their actions that do the
Real talking
They might
Seem secure
At the moment
But that’ll change,
The moment you hit a little
Rough weather
No,
Today,
In pretty much every
Conceivable way,
Unless you have
A really solid crew
Of a half-dozen men
Or less
You’re better off
Alone
©2026 Kevin Trent Boswell
