When Asked

Itching, Incessant Scratching
It comes, Then it won't
The next to best the last
Seldom any silent eyes
Fingers bite away dreams
Production forced outward
Anxiety in a hamster's wheel
Doing, Being, Watching...On
Days, Months, or Years
What  Calibration have these
Working in a wet, damp house
Riding silently among the wind
Always they watch, like waiting
Particles of wood minus fuel
Maddening verses unrehearsed
That's much of what writing is
Answering whispers with pen