April Anthology, 2013: Maths

Big fat blundering foolish numbers

Scrawl out clumsily across my screen,

My paper, his blackboard, somebody else’s mind.

They say there’s beauty in digits, symbols,

Letters all jumbled and lacking set meaning,

Sets and notations and odd punctuation,

Angles and lines and blots on a graph.

Best luck to them, but “Make me laugh.”

Give me a sentence which makes clear sense,

Or a picture with more heart than hard-edged shapes.