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)
Transparent
JCD Kerwin
What would it be like
to float,
effortlessly,
above their heads;
smooth and pristine,
like a transparent, little bubble?
Up and up,
far and away;
without a care…
Then POP!
I am gone.
(April, 2014)
Beams
JCD Kerwin
I will build my house
without a roof
so that the moon
will fill the rooms
in luminescent blue—
the kind of color
I remember
once-upon-a-time
in the dark with you.
(January, 2014)
Side-note: “Once-upon-a-time” is a stupid phrase I use far too much.
Cherry blossoms at Mount Yoshino
Yoshino Blossoms
JCD Kerwin
I close my eyes
and find you there,
just as before,
on the mountain,
like I remember us:
hand-in-hand,
paying our respects, and
watching the petals
melt into rain puddles and
floating away,
just like our love.
This is not [just] about childhood.
Peddling into Hurricanes
JCD Kerwin
At twelve,
you biked faster than
wind storms;
made twisters
turn up in your wake
you turned blacktop
into neverlands and
neverwases just because
you made believe
it was far from here
Now,
you’re made to think
you’re a fool ‘cos you
only want
to feel your heart
beat in your throat
again;
maybe feel the stars
again.
because you went to Jupiter,
once.
don’t ever let them tell you
it isn’t true;
that it was a game;
that it was all just
play, pretend…
I want to feel
that wind
again,
and scare them all
when i laugh
at hurricanes.
people should
run from
super storms, but i
want to make history
in rain clouds.
i want to hold my hands
high above handlebars
again;
make the wind
jealous of my might
again;
and hear the whole world
move.
Maybe i can believe,
(once again)
that having all these dreams
is still worth peddling
into hurricanes.
(January, 2014)
J.C.D. KERWIN 