Scarcity

scarcity drinks in different words

Like echoes, shadows of things you once thought were meant to create

A fuller perspective

Now create a single blank page

Twisted page,

A page with words half written

The pen is taken,

The words trapped in,

The sun and moon in a loop that have them frozen and static and frantic

Yet still coping well enough to give us day

And night.

In that shallow hollow,

Memories flood in,

Escape like a torn up page in front of your face,

And coffee lemon laughter rose words

Are filled with bars that look like luxury

And sink like troubled dead water,

Hoping to gather oxygen again

Hoping to see the new light

Gilded cages like halo dreamers,

Sutures inside my lower back and around my waist

Tourniquet.