The itch itches,

a thousand little mind-witches,

chafing and thirsting,

bursting,

craving,

pacing the paving,

longing to scratch,

to match

inner to outer.

A mouse in the house.

A louse.

A hundred mice,

a thousand lice.

Fickle peace,

tickle ruined,

the goad

to take the road,

tiny, mini, gremlinny nibbling,

quibbling.

The trouble with temptation

is that it's so

tempting.