new blue paint pen

out back for a smoke 
wind with me then against
push and pull pictures of he and she 
to ride the sun beams 
through my head 
then empty me 

not to be caught today 
as my back aches 
shoulders wound up 
peace in the belly already dispersed
by the back door creak
one minute from now 
and whos evers fucking needs
talked at me and stealing the sun

so back in the dim bar
where ventura highway plays
and i’m easy drawing rorschach blotter
with my new blue paint pen
that asks not for eloquence