Descending December December whose
guts got it bad Bad more or less measurable
by degrees Degrees not necessarily
historic Historic tinges of sadness Sad
statues stud the park Park means kissing or
maybe more More kleenex stuck to yellow lines
in parking lot Lots of hysterics history
washes away Away in a manger
leave the heater running Running away
from how sickly seem all growing
things Things forever trickle nostalgia
down Down endless descents of December