~a response to yet again another daylight saving time hangover
Clocks should be limp, like Dali’s,
should flow into the tunes we sing,
the love we make. Clocks should
liquify and drip from the eaves,
turn to jelly and ooze through cracks
in walls and floors. Clocks should be
loose, relaxed, rubbery, unsettable.
Clocks should be like glue, like wicking,
like olive oil. Clocks should be
controlled only by cats or lazy dogs.