Bored of Numbers

Restless tired irritable & discontent
I stare at the board of numbers
The sticks are stuck
clicking clicking and inching this way
but not that
 
My brain is like a Cadillac
with the top down
I drive it in
the breakdown lane chucking
ideas into the ether
 
One after another
I follow the words on the page
My eyes are burning confusion
I’m in an elusive state
I write thoughts on my face
 
Life’s glorious floating vessel
is lost at sea
I stand on the riverbanks of time
rearing to jump into
the maelstrom of indecision
 
It’s a cold reality in which
I spend most my time
The heated edges of life
burn symbols in the rear end of
my third cornea
 
Then I go about doing
things that need to be done
I think about things
that are mere nuances
Life’s inconsequential fury
 
is something that I must
overcome before the boredom
of lesser dimensions
leaves me pleasureless & disturbed
as the clock’s thunderous chirp