Brain Itch

Someone asked me what it was like for me to get inspired to write a poem... this and the next one are my answer

It’s a sensation

Between my ears

That place just past my eyes

From wherever my

Dreams are born

It comes to me

Whenever it may

It wakes me up

Interrupts my day

It calls to me

Hounds me

It rides on my back

And pounds me

It gives me no peace

It threatens me, teaches me

It bares my soul

To the world

The only way I

Can scratch the brain itch:

I take up this pen

And I write again