Thinking Brain - Poem

---

A humorous poem about the mind refusing to work. In “Thinking Brain,” Greg Luti runs through the small, absurd reasons a person gives when the words will not come — weather, a forgotten charger, and the suspicion that the brain has simply gone missing.

---

---

I can’t think.

Not here, not now.

My brain doesn’t work somehow.

I am quite the thinker, most would say.

Just remember I don’t think on certain days.

Monday is too long. Tuesday is too slow.

Wednesday never has anywhere to go.

Thursday is a bore. Friday is too quick.

The weekends feel like a snitch.

I can’t think.

I have a reason. I swear I do!

Oh sure…. I’ll explain it to you.

I forgot to plug it in.

That’s the cause.

That or I left it on pause.

The charger is broken.

That is it.

Plus the thing can’t even fit.

The batteries died.

It's on a delay.

Are you believing a word I say?

The weather causes my brain to stop.

Oh yes, it does to me.

The case of brain-strep-sickness-ey

Hot days boil it up.

Cold days make it shrink.

So bad I can’t even blink!

Leaves on the ground cause it stress.

Clouds in the sky make it shake.

I even stop thinking during an earthquake.

Storms shut it down.

Rain makes it bounce around.

My brain has a habit of shutting down.

I’ll try to clean it out.

Give me a cloth.

It’ll look like it was newly bought.

Rinse, rinse, rinse.

Cleaning my brain.

There that will take away the pain.

Do you have a chip?

Or an upgrade for me?

What? I mostly only get B’s.

I thought I wouldn’t think.

But now I can sing a song.

Oh no! I put my brain in wrong!

Quick, get a plug!

Or a charger for my mistake!

Hurry! Before it’s too late!

Put it left or is it right?

What is it again?

I don’t remember where I began.

My brain is in wrong.

I blame you.

Oh, like you had something better to do.

Wait… if I can’t think, and my brain is dead,

How did these words come out of my head?

---