In My Mind

In my mind,
I’ve written three poems
but you wouldnt know
In my office
my output of late has tripled
but not in poery
so it waited politely
smiling at me
and created acid in my muse
because my heart is an art generator
and stuff has just got to come out
And when it doesn’t
I feel it eeking
a sneaking, almost wreaking lack
of outpouring
In my mind they wait
days removed from my waking thoughts
daring me to come find them
waiting to be
lit like a match struck
creating light
grasped and pulled out
neither grazed by hesitating fingers
nor stroked like hands over waters
in my mind