Scion Of Chronograph Poem by David Floren

My special clock,
Takes some time
Body-building. Alas,

The quicksand hour-
Hand embraces
Whole eras.

On the other hand,
The second hand
refashions fashions.

The old recycled
Every minute &
Few get vexed.

Snug in grubbies
This second, &
Tux the next.

Hours pump ends.
And minutes? Means.
Muscles flexed,

Poised, at Curves
Or Gold’s Gym,
To birth the next

Minute on-time
And on-budget.
Don’t fudge it!

When you’ve got
Your investors’
Needs to please.

And they don’t
Much appreciate
A clock tease.

Officiate! Don’t laugh,
Scion of Chronograph.
Figure! Go figure.

Can I see
A show of hands
For a day?

What? None?

Whole Romes
Rise and fall
In one.

A different time
A special clock.
The sun.


[10-16-04 Santa Rosa, CA]