On the dot.
Another attempt at crossing off
The social to-do
Minutes ticking away on
what a weird wheel-time slot
In nine minutes time, realistically, add just a few
The mercury is cooking,
rails are screeching
The metal cabinet of real-time fluids is leaking
Later
We’ll
Bring down the hatches on this communal lace,
Our package is tellling us there’s not enough space.