Misty Pings

Sometimes fat fingers on the keyboard produce the surreal that leaves me not cursing as usual at the way my brain brain he says and hand were not wired up properly, but laughing out loud with sheer delight like a child meeting the joy of absurdity in words which somehow gets suppressed in the years of growing... down? I've just written a comment about such matters of mistyping, and there on the paper it is in black and white - 'misty pings'... remember those old steam typewriters with their tap tap and just before the end of the line, a bell pinged to warn you? I'm sitting here entranced by misty pings, thinking yes, could describe some of my poems... I think I may have hit a brand-new metaphor, like.. like a nail hit on the head. In the fog, or the mist of dawn. ping.