lamp on for 47 hours.
windows vibrate
in frames. the rug
struggles to speak,
sways the room back
and forth. the ceiling
goes blind. i spit out
this tasteless day.
D.C. is 20 years old and has one gray hair. He works closely with dead animals. Currently, his residence is a computer. He drinks Red Bull all day and never sleeps. Sometimes he writes poetry for journals like Mad Swirl, Yellow Mama, Litchaos and Strange Road. People can spy on him here.
© 2009, D.C. Porder
Halfway Down the Stairs 