Argh Daylight Savings Time – March 13th, 2022

Once again, yours truly

dishes out his regular dose

of literary gobbledygook

even Count Dracula

would not even bat an eye

nor give me his evil curse,
butta I avoid tempting him
courtesy fanged hook or crook

(albeit harmless) look

regarding feeble effort I undertook.

Don't forget hour hands

of clocks spring forward

sixty minutes 2:00 AM
in Pennsylvania and other states
bracketed within eastern
Eastern Standard Time
on Sunday March thirteenth!

 

Yes roundabout third eye blind -

doggone (con seeded)

melon collie month every year,

one garden variety bum

(inconvenienced truthfully)

precariously balanced

while tethered to Earth hoop fully

explains himself, hence following mishmash

divulged courtesy unnamed generic chum

purposelessly manipulating

space/time continuum hold over.

 

About 107 three hundred sixty five day

increments elapsed since

United States adopted

Standard Time Act of March 19, 1918

confirmed existing

standard time zone system

and set summer DST

to begin on March 31, 1918

(reverting October 27).

 

Rat a tat tat doth lightly drum

upon mine sixty plus shades of gray matter

i.e., a sensation of jet lag

(with earthling out of balance -
an inconvenient truth)

as if aboard Herbert George Wells,

time machine – and trapped
within The War of the Worlds
impossible mission to escape

at warp speed from

this horrid station, where bumpy ride

invariably finds me
feeling ticked off and glum

in no mood to craft reasonable rhyme,

 

nor be leer re: cull (lyrical)
juiced barely tantamount

to gather scattered wits
sin tide, and express mood

as picky hewn hoe hum

fortunate rising son, 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 to and fro

hither and yon from
sea to figurative shining sea.

 

Graham ma mother earth glum
where live yik yak wired vanguard

trulia tried optimism to hum

nonetheless, swallowed down

reprising Tom Wolfe

("O Rotten Gotham — Sliding Down
into the Behavioral Sink")
her cremated inert ashes boxed

for more'n eternity

like talcum powder went – me mum

bling bloviation, once worth

matchless peerage, now pitched numb
lee into morass

of temporary confusion, where plumb
line delineating circadian rhythm offset,

when athwart pilot rum

man strait ting and bickering

with Lilliputians slum

bring within islets of langerhans

 

defiantly thumb nose,
where body, mind and soul

weeknd strength (viz a bully did cower)
hence mister clock,

who got hijacked

3600 seconds per hour
experienced head, thorax and abdomen

diminishing in 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

space/time continuum did devour.

Black hole (sun) event horizon indeed

kept lock step as das joint mill hoard

sucker punched the band

(re: oh speed) wagon of father time,

who riffs a silent chord
nsync with atomic energizer bunny

fractional second bored
quirky shenanigans

toying with chronometers
counter point of view shifted

to oppose this minute accord.