you are called on in class but all i think is how perfect the shade of red is that your cheeks turn when you are embarrassed

U are an endangered species
U are always one U away from complete extinction forever

remember that

your voice is a distant thunder
i wonder
if it is really there

i built a house for us
the one that we always talked about

it's in the pit of my stomach, now
and it sits there all day

like a rock
at the bottom of the ocean

hours now of fancy word doodles
fluttering fantasies
i'll stop when i'm sober
after all it's kind of shakespearean

your face is a sun spot
a glow stick silhouette
at the center of my vision when i close my eyes

i will drink of it
until i drown of it
or until i'm sober

In the Fall is an addicted man;
a bronzed, beautiful, golden-crimson leaf
falling perhaps
as an impulse or a slight of hand,
as a half-thought will to escape the cold
but ultimately, an addiction
 
In the Fall
is a view from a distance and a height
with clear vision;
and a flirty nod
from your most tortuous insecurity
to your least confident self -
 
smoldering nostalgia,
that sullen, sable shade,
is the headless horse man
and you are lost at night
 
(as burnt leaves crumple
and are swept around,
as are you swept)
 
In the Fall is
Death's anniversary;
the dance that follows purity's last
attempt to hold his season fast
er than the horseman rides,
rise, beguile!
a swollen heart -
a lion!
a bronzed and rusted bleeding lion!
a shiver and a sunken sigh,
an unseen, unheard wave good-bye

Somewhere off the coast of Nova Scotia
on an island called
Cape Breton
where the sky is only gray there is a black dog that is running in the snow
towards something in the distance