Work was so rad today…
Rage
JCD Kerwin
My teeth,
like brittle sticks
in November wind,
will shake,
crunch,
and chatter
until at last,
I
will tumble
like old statues
and shatter.
(June 2014)
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Fuckaduck
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)
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 