I picked a few rows of shelves in my room and only used the words from titles of books. I didn’t really mean for the subject of the poem to be as it is, though. It eventually came out of the arrangement of words. Also, this site doesn't seem to support indentations...

December

seeing and savoring
the last summer—
the diary of a girl:
the memoirs of a fool

choice leaves an ancient
stone in my pocket

trickster’s wonderland

and the world is
red ashes,

remember the colour of
night, the new moon

whatever happened to renaissance?

life is not the constant birth of
venus;

life eats the poems of
tennyson