Careful, kids, this thing is loaded.
Fuckaduck
JCD Kerwin
My thoughts
will orgy-rage
in chaos,
such that
when I smile,
you won’t
help but fear
if it’s blood
or Kool-Aid
on my lips.
(June 2014)
Toilet Paper
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
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
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)
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)
J.C.D. KERWIN 