Count Dracula Doesn’t Count

When DST kicked in
The door of November
Earth shook with time and temp.

The river covered itself with broken clothing.
The moon was but a stolen egg.

Those of us suing Energy
Foamed butane therms
At the incalculable mouth.

Rabid with due dates
We had the delinquent notion
To run our ceiling fans
Counter-clockwise in winter;

To share the hot air fair.
As if at a hot dog stand
Along Labrador Coast in summer.

Drunk on the boardwalk,
Running short on ketchup,
And seriously pissed off

About the weather back home.

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