February 7, 2009

ode to february

by D.C. Porder

february hits like morphine.
the trees pass out
and drop their leaves.
my blood pools at the base
of the thermometer.

i call. i try to talk. i hike
through your white silence
and leave footprints.

february injects me
with something worse
than my life. i try
to stay awake, really
i try. i call. please

pick up. please
get me out of this place.

*D.C. Porder's blog:


Anonymous said...

I love this poem so much. It speaks to me. I hope you don't mind that I have posted a narration of it on my youtube channel "Fifty2Weeks"....it seemed very apt. I have posted a link to your blog and quoted you as the author.
If you want me to remove it I will of course

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