there is paint
it peels from my eyes
in long gaseous ribbons
it is punctuated by
a bright blindness
where methodologies
reach no conclusions
paint peels from my ears
in uncontested echoes
projecting a self
generated audible universe
paint peels from my mouth
in black storms
of expanded consciousness
leaving behind a particulated
paralized partition
that leaves me disconnected
in a correspondence of color
A field of snow
turning blue under moonlight
in accord with the peeling of paint
like a light emitted by relative thought
paint peels, paint peels, paint peels

I started moving on the day that love turned to hate
The day that love turned to lust
The day I wish I could erase

I started moving on the day I couldn't see my dreams
The day that yours turned my stomach
The day my mind was filled with screams

I started moving on the day I lost a part of me
The day that we fell apart
The day I thought I'd never see

I started moving on the day that love turned to hate
When I looked at you and cringed,
Realized our love was second rate.

I started moving on when I opened up my eyes
When I saw what you were made of
And it was everything I despise.

i remember that night on your front steps
smoking cigarettes and talking with your mother
while
i cradled your heart and
you cried on my chest

i remember middle school english class
and your first thong,
pink and white and blue

i remember we made that bourbon summer
last until december

i remember bottle rockets and champagne
the morning your brother died

i remember carrying you home
in the rain
the day after you escaped from the hospital
and you cried then, too.

i remember lying on the cold ***** tile
of your mother's kitchen
whispering Neruda in your ear
shivering & sweating with you
that night we took ecstasy

i remember the first night
you let me slip an honest prayer between your lips