blue me words

sitting on thoughts looking beyond the glare of my computer screen
pazzuzi and i spit tongues at each other about writing and such
moving towards each other through words
finding a path somewhere closer to that idea of home
rediscovering ideas and giving them a name marked by a combination of letters
decorating minds making life a little better

soaking in this sun on the patio of long beach
sitting in comfort unsafely
gonna go inside any minute and touch myself for awhile
think about that boy on tour
think about our brooklyn door
i'm gonna borrow pazzuzi's fantasy of writing naked on a sunday
all sexed like with open books
all loved like, still in something big
i'm gonna look at you for a minute
bask in your pond for awhile
i'm chasing your silohuette
style me pretty and sometimes loud
don't make me what i'm not
don't be bummed cause i'm not what you expected
i'll never be
i'm just me
i got lovers in the form of ink
got concepts in my grown out roots
they're screaming for understanding
as i'm screening my calls
avoiding your stupid drunk night
your battles i don't want to fight
i got some pain over here
got to drain out to steer
cause i'm filled with too much of you and not enough me
but me is always because of you
and you have had permission because of me
then submission as we quit on each other for awhile
convincing ourselves it was no big deal
just miniscule thrills, time spent to pass time
i'm just one in that dozen that cost a dime
i'm less than one penny
but a shiny one at that
now let's laugh and call each other brats
make it all not matter that much

cause it doesn't
in this moment i'm just here
screening my calls
alone with my words
letting them fall on blank canvases
thinking about your faces
i'm making this space on my bed and printing you
i'm taking these traces and tinting them blue