please turn me off

by D.C. Porder
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