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Under Your Feet

Author’s Note: Yesterday, I learned that someone passed away in my apartment building (presumably within a day or so of when I heard about it). I had never met them and they hadn’t been living here long at all. Their death was apparently not unexpected; I was told that they were in poor health before they ever arrived here.

The weird thing is, they lived in the apartment right below mine. But stranger still, I had occupied that apartment myself, up until just a few months ago. When my current unit became available, I took the opportunity to move because it’s quieter on the top floor. While I don’t think I ever met the tenant, it was a brisk reminder that death is never far away.

Death is right under your feet
But try to put it out of your mind
There are chores to do and
Demands to meet
So, try putting it out of your mind

Death is coming up behind you
It is wise to not make a stink of it
Since you cannot stop it, and
There’s nothing you can do,
It’s best to try and not think of it

There beside you, Death hovers
I suggest you pretend not to notice
It will pounce on nervousness,
Any weakness it discovers,
So, just casually appear not to notice

It may approach you from any angle
You are bold, but Death is much bolder
You can tell it’s there by the cold, stale air
That envelopes your throat to strangle
Death patiently perches on your shoulder

Quiet

“Quiet” by Trent Boswell

Quiet

From the upcoming album of electronic music

Crossing the Rubicon

Lyrics:

ruthless angel,
bent on blood
ever-sought
endorphin flood

feast on heartbeat
of tender young
wily, sticky,
praise-dripping tongue

break accidental
steppingstone
precision, falling,
clockwork drone

caring for nothing
but small throne
calculations crunch
numbers, bone

no rancor, mess
rumor, hush
listen now,
quiet, shush

make a devil
but never tell
eat your silence,
control it well

bring your secrets
to curled, black lip
her favorite sound,
your blood, go drip

drink of the night
drink more than your fill
drink in the victory
drink to the kill

trophies invisible
trophies of flesh
all temples, divisible
empires mesh

quiet now, children,
and listen…
a story,
a clue

of course, you
didn’t hear it,
you were never
meant to

Lyrics in print in my book Chaos Comes Apart, available on Amazon:

More material at:

https://KevinTrentBoswell.com

https://www.patreon.com/magus72

https://music.apple.com/us/artist/trent-boswell/4117063

Heavy

I see the length of rope that hangs you
I know how you are trapped from within
There’s nothing for you that I can do
Don’t expect you’ll come down again

The invisible shackle on your leg
I feel its ponderous weight, as well
The lock and key don’t belong to me
And neither does your hell

There is no gag to mute your voice
You chose to choose, to beg, to ask
When asked about your final choice
The words could not escape the mask

The floor is yours; of me, no trace
Stepping away, discharging a sigh
One heavy heart, one double-face
For someone other than I

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a poem unworthy of a name

emptiness strode in
and took the place of fullness

redirection and symbolism
flailed like untrained children,
beating each other with
soft, half-balled-up fists;
fists that were incapable
of accurate aim

there was little violence, many tears

still, it was less comical
and more sad

the end result of
all of this
is nothing more than
emptiness

I am not there,
nor are you,
nor is anything,
nor is anyone else

it is all full
of nothingness
now

and anyone who
can look at this mess
and say that there’s anything
good about it

that’s someone who needs
to have all their teeth
knocked out of their mouth

now
it is all full
of nothingness

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hooks

obnoxious
vacuum cleaner
switches
on at will

it causes the dog
to go ballistic

shameless
tactic
designed
to get me to
open
the door

but, I will
sit still

and, not
take the bait

I remember,
all too well,
what happened
last time

disembowel me once,
shame on you…

I know this playground;
I’ve been here before

it’s littered with broken glass,
deadfall traps, and tripwires

the doll is cute,
but there’s a
hand grenade
inside of it

oh look,
someone drew me
a nice, hot
bubble bath

complete with a
man o’ war jellyfish,
and a toaster

the description of
the #42 lunch special
says it’s “organic,” and “vegan”

but, I’m not really sure if that’s
the most accurate blurb
for a cocktail of vodka,
tranquilizers, anti-psychotics,
and creeper weed

the pretty, shiny balloon
being waved in front of me
is full of nitrous oxide,
phosphene and chlorine gas;

it’s floating
dangerously close
to that open flame

the gourmet pastries
on that silver platter
are all full of
ground cherry pits,
broken razor blades,
and thumbtacks

a memory foam mattress,
with fresh silk sheets,
and a snuggly little
taipan snake
to keep me
company

it’s tempting to bite into
that seemingly delectable
piece of Turkish candy

but, the temptation
quickly fades,
as I remember
the barbed hook
that waits inside

suddenly,
my appetite is gone

hell, I needed to
lose a little weight,
anyhow

the doorbell can
go on ringing

I will endure
the barking of the dog

I’ll tune out the sound
of the vacuum cleaner

my stomach can
go on growling

someone else
can have the pretty
plateful of
shiny hooks

thanks, but…

no thanks

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a bit of light erotica

you are obviously
new at this,
my sweet, tender
little thing

here, let me teach you
how to play this game

put that hand here, and
hold it firmly
and tight

put the other here,
squeeze and pump,
in this direction,
like this

now, put your finger
gently
right here

and, lightly

squeeze

see?

that…

is how
easy
it is

to die

and, to
make them

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