Cracked pavement–photo from Shutterstock
Rush Hour
JCD Kerwin
My ear to the pavement;
palms down;
eyes closed;
I hold my breath
and wait
for the roar
of a hundred screeching tires.
(Oct. 2013)
Rush Hour
Category Archives: poetry
Skatterbombed
“Push Tha Button” by Samurai_PET (deviantART)
Skatterbombed
JCD Kerwin
I will strap dynamite to my chest,
wait,
whisper numbers
from my lips,
and push the button.
Finally,
I will have explored
every inch
of this waiting world.
(September, 2013)
….Get it?
Fire Power
This is what happens when I’m the only sober person left in a bar.
…I can’t decide if it’s desperate or just plain corny.
Please ignore the silly punctuation.
Fire Power
JCD Kerwin
You are born with your eyes blazing;
a thousand summers, shining,
like fireflies in the night;
a billion supernovas gasping for a breath;
just once
upon this earth,
and then you shatter,
dance,
skip a beat,
and explode
like those lightening bugs
bursting into stardust—
a cold, August night.
(September 2013)
City of Angels
“City of Angels-City of Light” by M Bleichner (acrylic)
El-ay, El-ay
JCD Kerwin
I want Hollywood and a high-rise,
palm trees and SoCal skies.
Wish I could slam beats
into sand
and scream songs
with my eyes closed.
I want the glitter and glam
of rock stars
I wish that I could be.
Wanna walk down streets
reciting poems,
and write stories
in cabanas,
sipping coffee without a coat.
Wish I could stare at stars,
and talk all night with friends
in Santa Barbara bars.
I want to skip across the water,
and tightrope the suspension
of the San Francisco bridge.
Wish I could run across
the country,
leave the mirror behind
and never buy another
again.
(Dec. 2010, rev. Aug. 2013)
About this…I’m not saying I want to up and leave to California.
This is about the fact I have, and have always had, a “travel bug” in me. Ever since I was a kid. I think a lot of writers do. Kinda goes back to the fact we’re all dreamers. I’m an explorer. Always wanted to see and do everything I could. Explore the world…Fight monsters…Slay dragons…All that.
You know what I mean.
Scattershots from the Clouds
Ice on the Rocks, from blog: http://gd-imagesof.blogspot.com
Scattershots from the Clouds
JCD Kerwin
I may stumble ‘neath the weight of these,
these boulders on my shoulders,
but I won’t set them on the earth
to form mountains.
And
I will open wide my arms and laugh,
waiting,
for sneering gods to drop
icicles down from Heaven.
Let them come.
I’ll take the best of all you’ve got.
(August, 2013)
J.C.D. KERWIN 