WHOOSH!

time is flying off
in a bll-uuuuuuu-rrrrr
i thought so! ... thought i tasted
the burnt edges of its
post-lively frame
as it whipped past me in a
decadent fog


and the clock! i saw
its needy hands waving rapidly
a goodbye & see you soon, hopefully
to their master


and i saw; i knew it!
through alarmingly misty
windowpanes
the sky turned to a dreaded grey
tried to fight the power of the hour
with armies of
frustrated raindrops and heavy cloud guards
that fell apart with defeat; minutes tiptoed into the air
and tickled the stars out from the night's belly


it flies
much too fast
in a blll-uuuuuu-rrrrrr
sly and persistent; yanks the sun up
by its haloed hair
and returns home; a ticking time bomb.