hit the road jack-in-the-box

My Vivaldi summer is
coming to a close-
with its frantic
violins and dark cellos
giving way to
dead lavender
in a burlap
coffee sack

at the foot of my
college dorm-room desk.
It is a dorm-room
in a bean-pot where
the students try
the 'generation' thing
a little too hard.

I am going to spend my
increasingly cold nights
as alone as I can get
in a woodshop with
walls I've filled.

you could advise me against it,
but i am a champion at
'out the other.'

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