10 minute mind dump

Tears pitter patter
onto my waiting keyboard
that:
- knows not of pain
- knows not of my mind's void

'Splash' as flustered fingers find:
- the wrong keys
- the wrong words
- the wrong spilling

For I am that,
tumbleweed rolling...
through my wasteland-mind;
picking up armies of
crawling dustmites.
That get:
- up my nose
- in my brain
- and "right on my thru'penny bits!"

Perhaps they'll digest those waining-words,
forcing me to handle their steaming turds?

Gladly let me see
the genius
In the faeces;
So I can write once more
Upon my prison door.

Jailer, jailer, if you please
Help me look on bended knee -
Help me quick for I've been sick
this vomit swims a torrent thick

Yes you must, stop with the spray
Pepper makes most men obey

Me, I'm not, I've finally found
the colour of my visual sound

Splash, the cuffs
f
a
l
l
to the sea
and me
I'm free
Oh yes
Sir ree

.

- Mr. Darcy
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