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Daylight Savings Time – March 13th,   2022

A long time graduate courtesy 
Hard Knocks alum,
once again yours truly 
posts reasonable rhyme 
about shortest day of the year.

Two o'clock Ante Meridiem 
nostri Jesu Christi 
hour hand clock 
sprung forward sixty minutes 
round about same of month 
every year, what a bum
er, an inconvenient truth 
diverged from this chum
purposelessly manipulating a hold over 
sans yesteryear doth drum

a sensation of jet lag 
(with earth in the balance) 
as if flying within time machine 
at warp speed from
this station, where bumpy ride 
invariably finds me 
feeling a bit ticked off and glum
and in no mood to rhyme, 
nor be leer re: cull 
juiced barely tantamount 
to gather scattered wits 
sin tide, and express mood as hoe hum

fortunate, this chronological 
seismic shift nada wide, ah assume
nonetheless, mein kampf 
cerebral hemispheric plate tectonics 
comb pluck hated off jangling 
black keys helplessly boom

fancifully drifting and boring 
into quick ribald sand trap doom
ming an inducement for 
emergency convoy, when pitched from
sea to figurative shining sea – 
gram ma mother earth glum,
where live yik yak 
(paddy whacked) wired vanguard 

trulia tried optimism to hum
nonetheless, swallowed down 
cream mated behavioral sink 
her inert ashes boxed for mo urn eternity 
like talcum powder went – me mum
bling bloviation, once 
worth matchless peerage, 
now pitched comfortably numb

lee into morass of temporary 
confusion, where plumb 
line delineating circadian rhythm offset, 
when athwart pilot rum
man strait ting and bickering with 
Gulliver's swiftly traveling 
Lilliputians slum
bring within islets 
of langerhans defiantly thumb

ming nose, where body, mind & soul 
vampire weeknd viz a bully did cower
hence mister clock, who got 
hijacked 3600 seconds per hour
experienced head, thorax and abdomen 
diminishing in min (ute) power

wrought indistinguishable 
Whitsuntide as sour
grapes imposing ill fitting sea legs, 
which folded like a faulty tower
crumbling skeletal carapace, 
resoundingly grudgingly surrendered, 
and back slid vis a vis American express
hiz fashionably late opinion 
regarding space/time 
continuum did devour

hypothetically yours truly 
wallows, pinwheels, flails...
doubling over into singularity 
attaining infinite mass 
enroute to encounter blessed cosmic lord.

Black hole event horizon indeed 
kept lock step as das joint mill hoard
sucker punched the REO bandwagon 
of father time, whose riffs a silent chord
nsync with atomic fractional second bored
quirky shenanigans toying with chronometers 
counter point of view shifted 
to oppose this minute accord.
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