Writing Nonsense in my Head

Ran into Starbucks.

A silver dollar

for an unlined sheet of paper

and a number 2 pencil.

My cache is full.

Words,

whole lines

are spilling over

into the cracks of the sidewalk.

A half-polished thought

slipped through my circuits

and rolled into the storm drain.

Coffee can wait.

I’m losing my mind

faster than I can cram

new ideas into the leaks.

Should have bought

that smartphone

before pens

became scarcer

than swords.