Toilet Paper
JCD Kerwin
I used to think
poetry
had to be
made of perfect,
pocket-sized
lines,
ready to be ingested
and shat out
like neat rows
of rosebuds.
Now,
I realize
there’s nothing
to a poem
except
the filth you pull
from inside
and smear
across
the page.
(June, 2014)
thrift store holes
JCD Kerwin
things
could happen
to make the story better
and i
could also
wear sweaters in winter
to prevent
a cold
or.
i could
look like a badass
pretending the ice
doesn’t really
sting
my skin
(June, 2014)
shitcakes for breakfast
JCD Kerwin
just think:
the more i take
all the hate
and crush it down inside;
the more i let the shit
drip to my chin;
let smiles and grins
cover me in waves,
the more it adds
to the day
i will bubble,
blister, fester,
until finally i’ll
explode and splatter.
(June, 2014)
J.C.D. KERWIN 