Hurry before the scurry of the mouse
strikes one
Before wizards make lizards of Rowling’s
desperate muggles
Or Lewis’ wardrobe smacks Lucy’s
behind as Asland asks,
“What time is it, anyway?”
Beat back the time chime
Find something in Newton or Galileo
to stop the surety of
oops, tomor…oops, tomorr…
oops, tomorro…
time.
And then there’s an earthquake
in Chile that rivals Krackatoa,
did you hear?
Where is that grandfather clock
now?