Behind Time

They say
"time flies when you're having fun"
but I've noticed,
Time flies when it feels like it -
usually when you wish
the minutes would slowly melt away,
like strawberry-ice-cream drops
left by sticky-fingered children

when you wish that time
would ooze -
oozing honey from a peanut butter & honey sandwich

slowing the dreaded date
from creeping any farther
toward taxes, cold and death.
But my Time sprints as if
a thousand scary dreams pursue
this rambling clock that never stops.

I can see before me,
always laughing in my face,
a moratorium in time
where I can gain
a minute here and there for myself.

The clock is off by three minutes -
I am off by hours.