Gay December

when i look at you
i see myself
in your emptiness
and then i do
to myself
all the more
because of all the less
unless of course
i try to force
the doors
to relevancy
i hope you see
a floor for the horse
beside the people
under the stairs
who stare in care
through the panes
of pain and rain
but came because
they lost the way
between tomorrow
and yesterday
and stay the course
of course to say
they did it their way
despite the plain stain
on the drain
from calamity jane
who lost a horse
outside the house
and without clout
prevented the rout
on a rainy day
in gay december