Math Poem by Frank Leefax

english tired makes me
when will it end?
please

when will the mindless interpretation end?
forever my mind
isolated
indefinitely my senses
extrapolated
how can I find meaning
in that that does not mean
what it means
to me?

what can be found?
little is left
let me do
what is left

showing me
that which is distant
creates distance,
discovering only boredom
burdening my eyes
making me long
for one thing
anything
else

something
something
Something

let it end
let me
Math