Daylight Savings Time – March 8th, 2020

Two o'clock anno Domini 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 surrendered,

and back slid vis a vis American express

hiz fashionably late opinion

regarding space/time continuum did devour.

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.