autumn packs itself away
        rolls over,
            comes up covered in snow
    though there is none

it has been an odd december

    christmas lurches forward
grinding, stuttering, such a great
    enourmousness that it seems there is no motion at all
        santa points a gun to his weary head
    with a bottle of jack daniels in his hand
                the whole tired world
exhausts itself in shopping malls
    and i'm just here to watch
        the same androgynous ego
tiring itself out in battle

    the days are always the same
they stretch and fold and sleep
    and i live in between them
i go to classes, stay at the library until  it closes
    arguing with the man at the desk about two lost books
each day comes to the same conclusion