Down for the Count

I have crossed wires
And started fires,
Despite having
The best intentions

Hoisted by my own petard
Destroyed by my own inventions

It’s easier than it seems
To give the wrong impression

And harder than you’d think
To explain in a way
That doesn’t sound
Like a confession

Because confessions
Are for intentional harm,
When you knew what
You were doing

But “sorry” is for
When you meant to do well
But didn’t realize
Trouble brewing

I don’t mind saying sorry
For making an ass of myself
I can put my exuberance
Back on the shelf

It’s just that it’s really easy
To do too little
And the other person
Is left to wonder

In attempting to balance it,
Do it right,
I put holes in my boat,
And my boat went under


©️2026 Kevin Trent Boswell

forecast

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

all of it

all of it
is pointless
without love

and love
is something
that most people
don’t have
don’t even want
don’t understand
can’t even comprehend

all
of it is
pointless
without love

but love
is not money
nor dopamine thrills
nor fame
nor vacations

and it’s not
something
that you just
fall out of

because of
tough times
or because
someone else
looked good

if you walk away
for such reasons,
then you
never had it
to begin with

it is not
anything
that you take
or accept

it is
what you
give

and giving
is something
that has
fallen
out of
fashion

people throw it away
like an old toaster

they abuse it
like the clutch
of a rental car

they fake it

which never
made any sense to me,
not even remotely

it baffles me
anytime I think about it

but they are more
concerned with
securing the
perceived
wealth
status
sex
or
having
someone
they can hurt, for “fun”
because they enjoy pulling
the wings off of helpless houseflies

for these senseless reasons,
billions of people
fake love
every day

and yet,
they all
still feel
entitled to it

it’s beyond my
ability to digest
a suitable excuse
for doing this

It seems to me like
saying, “why yes,
“I have four priceless vases at home,
“three Rembrandts, two Monets,
“8,000 bars of gold, and 2,000 silver
“why are you staring at me as if
“you don’t believe me?”

but they continue to
look the other person
dead in the eye
and tell them

“I love you”

and then
treat them
in ways that the
Geneva Conventions
wouldn’t deem
acceptable

they spit in the
other person’s
breakfast, and
then, puzzled,
ask

“why aren’t you eating?
“not hungry?”

all of it
is
pointless
without
love

none of the other resources
available in the world
are genuinely enjoyable
without it

and if you had it,
and you understood it,
then you’d no sooner
give it away than you would
chop off your own head

rich people
try to buy the love
of the people around them

and every time,
they’re shocked to discover
that it just doesn’t work that way

it’s not
something you
purchase

it’s something
that you have
inside of yourself
and you ⠀
give it away
to another person

like removing
your ability to
reason for yourself,
handing it over to them
and saying,

please
take care of this,
it’s important
to me

none of the
wealth, power,
or prestige
even means
anything

unless
one of
two things
is true

you’re either a
dead-eyed parasite
who doesn’t understand
or care about anything
except soulless,
momentary pleasures

or you have
someone
who means
more to you

than you do
to yourself

all of it is
pointless
without
love


©2026 Kevin Trent Boswell

how dare i

how dare i take you
by lascivious force
boss you around
play the pirate, tie you up
treat you roughly
as my possession
force upon you my will
make you drink from my cup⠀

for then,
you would not
be free
to do as you like
i’d be a curse for you to endure
and whatever then
would you do?⠀

how dare i worship you
as a goddess, divinity’s source
respect your opinions
hear your voice
let you run free
give you space and respect
yield to your whims
whatever your choice⠀

for then,
you would not
be attracted to me
no desire, masculine, primal passion
no naughty novelties, obscene, obscure
and whatever then
would you do?⠀

how dare i
stay the middle course
walk the fine line
weigh situations, each
independent, with thoughtful care
read moods, assess
accordingly to act
whether i should listen or teach⠀

for then,
tepid, neither cold nor hot
is how you’d find me
indecisive, wavering
weak and spineless, insecure
and whatever then
would you do?


©2026 Kevin Trent Boswell

From the book Time for Nothing – Poetry, Prose and Song Lyrics

wealthy sexy famous

life walks right up to your door

chasing money
is death

chasing love
is death

chasing fame
is death

power, sex, a high,
friendship, genius,
rare treasures

all death

regardless
of what you
label these things,
they are futile
pursuits

your parents, teachers, and friends
don’t explain this to you because
your parents, teachers, and friends
are all morons

they’re products of ⠀
an extended indoctrination ⠀
by previous generations⠀

generations that had
the whole world on a string

generations who convinced them
they could have everything they
ever wanted or dreamed of

in a world that
no longer
exists

that’s why they’re all
saddled with debt,
fighting it out to the death
in divorce court,
strangling each other
over custody of the kids,
and having full-blown
meltdowns
over getting their
social media post
of their vacation breakfast
just right

if that’s not
insanity,
then it will serve just fine
as a placeholder

you can think of all of your
foolish hunting for these
illusions of safety as

trying to secure a future
making sure you have enough
just trying to get by
living in the moment
building for tomorrow
chasing the dream

call it
whatever
you want,

it’s still you
chasing something
that life isn’t
offering you

it’s forced,
inorganic

false

hubris

the truth is that life
walks opportunities
right up to your door

not all of them
are things that are
good for you

you might already
have exactly what you need

and accepting something
that looks shinier, newer,
slightly more expensive,
would be a mistake

but the ones that are good for you,
you feel it in your bones,
right away,

regardless of how hard
you try to talk yourself out of it
later on

if you’re lucky,
there might be a note
pinned to it,

“yeah, I know it’s not exactly what you
“were hoping for, or expecting.
“but it’s what you need,
“and it will heal you.
“so, don’t break it, or lose it.”

but usually,
there are no
instructions

it doesn’t
happen
often

and sure,
sometimes,
it’s not exactly
sitting right there
in a box, wrapped up
with a bow on it

sometimes,
it’s a map,
something
that you have to
go out and get

an errand
you have to run

a phone call
you have to make

but it’s
almost never
something that you
went looking for
that day

and it’s rarely
the type of thing
you’d imagined

it’s something
that life just
dropped
in your lap

it knocks

it’s only a matter
of whether or not

you will
open up


©2026 Kevin Trent Boswell

carousel

I.⠀

laughing on the outskirts of darkness
at the perfunctory imitations
of the imperceptible⠀

II.⠀

laughing in the belly of darkness⠀

quelling the acidic tide
of the caustic factory⠀

III.⠀

laughing in the wake of darkness⠀

this cavalier illusion
now drinks its own blood for sustenance
and is not satisfied⠀

reeling from the percussion
of its own breath,
it now threatens no one⠀

IV.⠀

laughing on the outskirts of brightness


©2026 Kevin Trent Boswell

From the book Liber ex Liberi