You can tell a lot about a person by their handshake.
Call Me Skeptical, But…
JCD Kerwin
His handshake
reminds me of
what it might feel like
to grab onto
squash baby food.
(Sept. 2014)
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Crack Caffeine
Crack Caffeine
JCD Kerwin
the coffee here
should be called
“water with flavoring.”
but
i guess i don’t care;
addicts will often
buy shitty product.
(Sept. 2014)
Desolate ElectriCITY
Image by Mike Olbinski
Desolate ElectriCITY
JCD Kerwin
i’m electric,
passing city lights
while they glow, and
reflect the burning
in my soul.
i feel the lightning storm
of Heaven in
the blink of your eye.
i can’t tell if
i’ve given
up my legs for wings.
the buildings flash by
like Lego blocks
from memories.
these are the Blues
of another kind,
another place,
the whispers of
some forgotten face.
it is summer, but,
despite the sun,
all i feel
is ice.
hold me while
I fade,
sparking in the night.
(Sept. 2014)
Miss You ForthisEver
I have to stop feeling guilty for writing…even when the product turns out like shit.
Miss You ForthisEver
JCD Kerwin
Tell me when it’s over,
when all the parties end
and no one’s left around.
Lift the mask
so I can see
the way
the moon reflects your soul.
I’ve been sleeping,
dream-walking,
at warp-speed for
as long as I can remember.
I wish stars did shine
like diamonds.
Tell me when it’s over;
just tell me when I’ve got
your lightning
in my arms.
(Aug. 2014)
Pop’t
Pop’t
JCD Kerwin
I am not amused.
I’m set on stage
as entertainment,
but
I have no balloons,
no tricks to show,
and my face
is washed away.
You laugh anyway.
(August 2014)
J.C.D. KERWIN 