smoking weed with my name

by D.C. Porder

i sink into my skin
like a scalpel.
i slice veins of thought.
daylight stalks me
across the room.
i want to vanish.
i close the curtains.
i take another hit.


*D.C. Porder's blog:
http://www.dcporder.blogspot.com/

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
christina
get me out of this place.


*D.C. Porder's blog:
http://www.dcporder.blogspot.com/

drunk email to stacy at 3:14 a.m.

by D.C. Porder

the drugs abandoned my body at noon today.
i'm all out of your bogus prescriptions.
my eyes flickered for seven hours,
wandered through blips
of nightmares
set in your basement flooded
with your voice. maybe

i'll describe your voice
as an abandoned building,
your lexicon a truck stuttering exhaust.
sometimes my mind replays "fuck you"
in your precise timbre,
the careful dip into both syllables
the bounce, the cracked frequencies.

now i scrape the mattress
with my nails. i toss my arms
at the blank spot in the covers.
i thought you were a word.
you are a space.


*D.C. Porder's blog:
http://www.dcporder.blogspot.com/