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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

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.

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

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.

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

Venus in Scorpio

I can, at times, be a bit much
And hotly sting, with a heavy touch
But only if you ask real nice
Only good girls pay the price

Politely say, “Pretty please”
While looking up from your knees
As swirls of hurt cause you to slur
The proper response is “Thank you, Sir”

Author’s Note: Venus in Scorpio is the title of this piece because that is the current position of Venus (as of this writing, Sept 22, 2026). The sign of Scorpio is intense astrological territory for Venus, the Goddess of Love.

However, in my own birth chart, I have a lovely, nurturing Venus in Cancer. And I assure you, dear reader, that I am perfectly harmless.

I promise 😶

Lights Out

When the streets go dark
And the lines go down

Every choice comes
Racing back

Flooding the mind
With harsh judgments of
Prior judgments

Kicking oneself for
Not making better

More solid

Less shortsighted
Decisions

The trumpet in the skull plays
Brass tack blues

But there’s no time for tears

For the Angel still stoops low,
Her finger touches the surface of the sea

The waters rise and boil

And scarlet and ash cover the sky

Speech is all garbled,
Unintelligible noise

And the tower falls

Prayers simplify,
Becoming bread,
Water, candles

A second set of
Eyes and hands,
More bullets

The stranger outside
Does not look
Friendly

And yet, he is
Less dangerous
Than the one
Who does

empire

the universe is
collapsing
as far as we’re
concerned

but we’re not
concerned,
not the least little bit

we’re too busy
chasing stars
all thumbs, hearts,
and digital dollars

one of the first things
to go
when an empire
collapses
is education
and art

wait,
but that’s
two things

I know,
now do you see
what I mean?

propaganda becomes
less obvious and harder
to detect

after that, the laws change,
censorship and
surveillance tighten

people become
more divided
than ever before

extreme right and left,
each with a few correct answers
and a whole bunch of lies

and each side is
convinced
that the other is
100% wrong

“our team couldn’t possibly
“be incorrect about anything”

the enemy
is no longer
at the gates,
but now lives
next door

no one can sleep
for fear of the news

but the grocery store
is still reasonably
well-stocked
for now

lately, at night,
I look up at the stars

if I wasn’t certain it wasonlymy imagination, Iwould swearthat thedamnthings were squeezingclosertogether

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