Let's Talk About Hex

I wrote a couple of poems in English today. Mostly out of boredom. I was half-asleep. But I will share one anyway.

#1

Heavy air, thick with words
that hang on every eyelid.
Shuffling iambs of pages
of books read, thumbed, scorned.
Tediousness is painted on every
wall and sanctuary seems
a speck in the distance,
when men with white eyebrows
tell you jokes that don't make sense.