full to the brim

i can listen.
i can sit for minutes,
sometimes ten
whole minutes at a time
and listen
to something that bores
me.
but then i'm done,
I've left
the room,
i'm floating high
above the table,
no longer
aware of what's being said.
it's not your fault,
it's me.
i'm full to the brim
of useless
information that I've
allowed in.
my cup runneth over
with nonsense.