DST Daylight “Savings” Time
not time itself, described infinity stone times as fast or slow,
an absurdity, for time is inexorable, a single speed, it is only
our measured misperceptions that modifies how we count it,
not even yet a 6:00am, and the weekend clean up chores
chores still need falling away, as the ladies who drink,
into the weekend night be-knighted, while watching the
very BRit-ish baking contestings & United Kingdom murders most dazzlingly and wonderfully puzzling, leave me gifts of emptied
wine glasses and one swig left of my prosecco best eyetalian wine,
and other deserted dessert leavings china-plated droppings, are washed and returned to the home cleansed, ready for office re-shelving,
the first poem of the day has been written~wrapped for regifting,
after a through behind-the-ears scrubbing for little black typos,
17 ounces caribbean + 2ounces of fairlife, fat free, skim milk
in hand awaiting its morning sacramental gratitude blessing,
and badass poet on/in the couch, wondering who stole the daylight
and the sun rising, just because we wand waved, and now what was
midnight somehow becomes 11:00pm, and we have somehow saved our daylight time once again, turning our needy prototype protesting manual devices to “fall” fall back to show the cor-react-ed time,
and very theoretically, gained an hour extra of-ho-ho-ho,
honmaking believe we may yet fall asleep….saving myself from time…
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Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 9:49 PM UTC
DST Daylight “Savings” Time
not time itself, described infinity stone times as fast or slow,
an absurdity, for time is inexorable, a single speed, it is only
our measured misperceptions that modifies how we count it,
not even yet a 6:00am, and the weekend clean up chores
chores still need falling away, as the ladies who drink,
into the weekend night be-knighted, while watching the
very BRit-ish baking contestings & United Kingdom murders most dazzlingly and wonderfully puzzling, leave me gifts of emptied
wine glasses and one swig left of my prosecco best eyetalian wine,
and other deserted dessert leavings china-plated droppings, are washed and returned to the home cleansed, ready for office re-shelving,
the first poem of the day has been written~wrapped for regifting,
after a through behind-the-ears scrubbing for little black typos,
17 ounces caribbean + 2ounces of fairlife, fat free, skim milk
in hand awaiting its morning sacramental gratitude blessing,
and badass poet on/in the couch, wondering who stole the daylight
and the sun rising, just because we wand waved, and now what was
midnight somehow becomes 11:00pm, and we have somehow saved our daylight time once again, turning our needy prototype protesting manual devices to “fall” fall back to show the cor-react-ed time,
and very theoretically, gained an hour extra of-ho-ho-ho,
honmaking believe we may yet fall asleep….saving myself from time…
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