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


©2026 Kevin Trent Boswell

From the book Dark Matter – Poems of Horror and Depravity

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


©2026 Kevin Trent Boswell

From the book Dark Matter – Poems of Horror and Depravity

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

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


©2026 Kevin Trent Boswell

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.

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

Untitled

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

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.


©2026 Kevin Trent Boswell (sort of)

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

Not Long for This World by Kevin Trent Boswell
Not Long for This World

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


©2026 Kevin Trent Boswell