Fall

It's fall again.
Feel it wrap around me as I speak.
Runs its fingers through my hair
speaks for places I no longer see
and flows through my veins like a poison that frees.
Hard to explain but I cannot contain
myself this time of year.
Parts of me I supress
things that in other seasons just rest
lie dormant and calm
or exist not at all-
I just cannot CANNOT contain them in fall.
Whether it's the crip breeze with which the clouds roll by
or memories of falls past
projecting themselves like stained glass
on the window of my mind's eye,
it simply adds up
to an attitude
a state of mind
a way of life
in which I just don't give a fuck.
It's so all about me
so not about you.
Not even about anything true.
Nothing concrete
nothing but me.
With the changing of the leaves
so changes me
based on nothing but perceptions so as to guarantee
that I'll be back...
sometime next spring.