One, Two, Buckle in my Knees and fall

I’m not a fan of this cop-out rhyming “i” with “by” but I was on a roll at the time. I’ll go back to it…in several months, as seems to be my style.

One, Two, Buckle in my Knees and fall
JCD Kerwin

i tap the sidewalk crack
harder and harder,
hoping to hear the snap
in my own back;
maybe i’ll twist, contort;
become a grotesque sideshow
for passersbys
as they flit on by,
while i
watch my coffee
pool sadly
and flood anthills.

(April, 2014)

RockybumCoast

Moment in Time Sand Castle Wave, from http://www.kinhthanhmoingay.com

RockybumCoast
JCD Kerwin

Building all these sand castles
only scares
the horseshoe crabs
who have to take
the long way ‘round.

The glittery walls
are something fun
for ocean waves to swallow.
(They might’ve looked
like stone to us;
they fall
like rock to sea.)

I’m not much of a builder;
I like to play the day
based on what pancakes
to chow.
Blueberry or plain?
(What goes best with almond milk?)

I’m enemies best buddies
with the monster inside of me,
so I don’t need
to fight anything more
on solid ground.
Got enough choices to make
while looking in the goddamn mirror.
Don’t know how
to make the me I see
much better
for the people
who seem to think
I should be better.

(All I wanted was a pen and paper,
and to maybe make
the words last longer
than markings in beach mud.)
This whole damn thing
seems so much faster;
the hourglass really tipped over.
My pages turn by
like I’m not who’s writing
my own story.

I should throw the book into the waves
and let it fade in a soggy grave
with castles made of sand.

(April, 2014)

Interior Decorating

Bull. Shit.

Interior Decorating
JCD Kerwin

Laminate all the hate
in uneven pieces on the floor:
a broken mosaic of all the plunders
they pounded on each other—
can’t fake it or make it
disappear.

Reflecting their memories like stained glass.

(April, 2014)

360Infinity

360Infinity
JCD Kerwin

We are molded and painted,
stiffened in Oblivion,
pretending we are beautiful,
and
that it’s somehow worth
all the scraps and chips.
Until finally, we become
porcelain dust
behind the frame.

I’ll be the prettiest corpse in the snow globe.

(April, 2014)

Greek God

Greek God
JCD Kerwin

I move mountains
every time
I lift the spoon
and drop
cereal to milk.
The flakes cascade
like ancient stones
built by pagans.
I make tsunamis
swell, collide
with the clash
of metal against
ceramic.

(April, 2014)