THE CONSPIRACY OF TIME AND HOW EINSTEIN ALMOST GOT IT RIGHT

I ask myself
Why time
Is so fickle
Frivolous
Flirty sly.

I ask myself
Why clocks
Skip hours
At savage
Pace,
Viciously
Embrace
Inaccuracy;

Conspire
With days,
Hours, minutes,
Seconds,
Micro-nano-
Whatevers,
To burgle
Me of time
I spend
With you.

I wonder
If Einstein knew?
Time is slick.
Oh it slips,
Oily pimp
Of happy hours,
Slips away;
Charges hourly rates
For this ecstacy,
This intricate
Ticking of desire.


MC