Daily Monotony

One, two, three, four (tic)
Graph one, two, three (toc)
White noise and twelve black dots
swarm behind my eyes (tic)
Graph three, Graph four,
Graph (toc) I don't even know anymore (tic)
My neurons come to an abrupt (tic)
stop and the silence screams (toc)
Everything goes (tic) dark
Lines of sine and (toc) cosine
and dots (tic) and blots of
dark (toc) figures
Gentle thump thump thumping (toc)
of the bass (tic) of the (toc)
radio and I (tic) grasp
the (tic) handle (toc)
of (tic) my (toc) coffee
(tic)

I open my eyes and see the sun setting.
It's morning again and so I slowly stand.
Lather, rinse, repeat.