Noisy Boredom [rev] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

26 degrees & I'm falling asleep to the tune
of an incessant noise of the self-righteous
voice leaving grey intersecting scallops in
the air - red exclamation marks at the end
of every phrase, & waking up with a bang
every time my head falls into my hands

I hear colleagues laugh at my somnolence
while they're typing; I wish that the month
of August would spirit me away from where
I'm checking terms about plant pests while
the real office pest is having a ball, and an
animated choir of voices join - shouting to

Each other above the cacophony; my brain
deflates, implodes, and totally collapses - I
slide into the small dark cave at the end of
my wits where my ego drowns - leaving this
shell only; slowly my brain is woken by my
drinking coffee, feeling ashamed, humbled

By my sleepiness, I sheepishly regard my
document - start looking for the ONE right
way of declaring acts and regulations, and
rueing that I woke into the same world that
turned off my mind with its noisy boredom

[Being a reptile with mercury flowing in my
veins, heat and noise do not constitute the
best place for me to survive with my
crocodilian senses intact...]