My Brain is Melting

I think my brain is melting it’s making quite a mess every time I click my pen I leak out on my desk

I’d wipe it up with paragraphs and turn the page anew but suddenly I’m drowning in a hippocampus brew

Sometimes it’s like a faucet, I can turn it off and on or else it’s like a hurricane, or sprinkler on the lawn

such unrestrainability I deal with every day I cannot dam this language lake-- it spills and stains the page!

and the flow of inspiration will seep through rusty pipes it doesn’t stop for heartache, just congeals to terser type

I wonder if the doctors could diagnose just what I do I’d like to know what cogs control my constant mental spew

but even if they named it and found a perfect cure I’d rather steep a while more in my literate liqueur.