I suppose it should be quite obvious
at least to a pompous erudite snob
that spending one’s whole life oblivious
can turn into a full-time, all day job.
But still, some profess and philosophize
non-stop, bent on proving that a theorem
can whittle the universe down to size
or be distilled as big picture serum.
Me, I’m not quite at that level, I guess;
all my time is taken up with scribbling
random notes for lectures I’m not giving.
The great fishpond of my thoughts is a mess,
and the bait I’m using, few are nibbling;
Still, there are worse ways to go on living.
24 FEB 2003