Slain Brain

That’s an itch,
and this a scratch.
Or are they the same,
perfectly matched?

Minds attached
to a switch,
“Off and On”
a distinctive glitch.

Pitch me a fork,
cork and spoon.
Utensils we use
under one moon.

Tune your piano
to the rain.
Gain your freedom
from slain brain.

5 FEEDBACKS

  1. bert says:

    I have to check daily to read all of your poems :)

    I’ll try to write one soon, but inspiration doesn’t come daily, unfortunatly…

  2. Travis says:

    When inspiration doesn’t come to you, go to inspiration. :)

  3. Bob says:

    Hey Travis, I really like this one. The first verse is great and I love the part about tuning a piano to the rain. I will definitely be stopping by often. C-ya 8^D

    Bob

  4. Travis says:

    Thank you Bob! I’m glad you stopped by. In this poem I was trying to show that we must remove or opinions, discriminations, distinctions and such to live aware, unfiltered, and to realize our oneness.

  5. Shirley says:

    Hi Travis, I too like the line…tune your piano to the rain. And, I think an itch and a scratch are perfectly matched!

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