Calling Cadence And Crimping Chronometers

Calling Cadence And Crimping Chronometers

I have, as of yet
Not opted to fall back

Ya know
Our collective dickering around
With the clock

This Tick Tock
seasonal windsock of what
light is right and what time is blight
And up in the morning and out to

A fool’s errand
our hour correction
A confection of collective conceit

So my time-honored tradition
Is to stamp my feet
At this tempo change
And refrain for a fortnight
Or better
The manipulation of hands
dealt… now, and then, and

And my first attempt at a “perfectly” out of tune tone poem

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