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
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
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
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.
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.

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.
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.


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