TPYOMANIAC [SIC]
Cast off my thoughts and dive into a dream.
Misguided fingers probe the unspilt mind
Exposing naked words on zig-zag lines
and reams of shameful cast-off in-betweens.
The straight-backed typist pauses in mid-stream,
Distracted from dictation, now resigned
To tolerate the secret slips enshrined
Within the minutes of the current scene.
I flick the switch, I turn the dials,
Initiate the manual override
and steer myself towards my own exile.
Unplug the life-support and yet survive
to plummet head-last down for endless miles.
I aym at ‘id’ adn pressntly arrivr.
