Because I’m Not Feeling Mushy Today.

Made of Clay
JCD Kerwin

I’m not much of anything.
I’m just a something
some guy
in a white cloud
decided to form one day
because he knew
I’d be damn entertaining.

He laughs
at all my fuck ups
and wonders why
he never made
me earlier.

Or maybe I’m molded
after some broken Edo samurai,
who gave their heart
to save the world.

Maybe I’m a rock star
incarnate,
pretending and faking
to be a hero up on stage.

Maybe I’m not
special at all;
I just think I am
because it makes
words on paper
seem more worthwhile.

June, 2011