Featured poem, OMN March 2017 Itch.
This palm itch, that no amount of scratching will subdue. Is it a sign of something you have forgotten; neglecting; subconsciously blocking?
Yet here it is. Beating a subconscious into submission. Its dominance greatest while in deep slumber.
Disturbing idyllic dream channels with a repeating news flash.....Scratch, scratch, scratch.
Wide awake now, its job done. Distracted by this physical metaphor, I contemplate its meaning and come up with none.
Cept an itchy hand means money!
Malachi Kelly 2016