The poem plays with a funny idea: that we could avoid being misunderstood by wrapping everything we say in parentheses, the way a math problem uses them to make the order of operations exact. The speaker begins with advice about talking, then slides into something bigger, urging us to "be a parenthesis" and even to "do a life of parenthesis."
The joke is that the poem itself is full of hesitations and add-ons. Phrases like "not to mention," "yes, specific," and "why not" interrupt the lines and show how hard it is to be precise. The more the speaker tries to clarify, the more tangled the sentences get.
The mood is light, playful, and a little self-mocking. There's a gentle sense that wanting to be perfectly understood is understandable but impossible, and that trying too hard to be "clearly specific, elegant" might be its own kind of mess. The title, with its mix of "Nome" and "Algebra," hints at the same blend of language and math.