When I see a bird flying

When I see a bird flying

I think of you

when the wind howls

I hear your name

when the rain hits my face

I feel you slap me with your tears

& when thunder breaks the sky

my heart drops away

either side of your memory.

Bring me a bottle of your warmest nostalgia

a taste, of your sweetest ambrosia

the dog bark of centuries

echoes across the back yard

cutting through clusters

of diamond memories

hung like a bead curtain

in the doorway of the mind

they are so obvious

these metaphors of you

clichéd, pureed, all cut up

kodachrome paintings

aesthetically arranged

across the wall & floor

the lines begin to shudder

with each rank breath of you

this is the third stage

intoxication bleeds logic with contempt

until flame licks photos

and the blue smoke

dances you away