The Weirding

Yesterday I lost
ten minutes

Nine:fiftynine
to be exact

They tell me
flatlined

No explanation
given

But was woken
just in time

Though no credit
not by them

But the sound
of car alarms

Every last one
in the city

All erupting at
same time

I went to see
for myself

The cause of the
commotion

Was met only with
darkening sky

Revealing no
answers

Birds dropped to
the ground

As the noise
went on

Trees danced in the
howling wind

And minty musty
odour carried

On the streets
in the park

They stood there
still as stone

Like extras in an
old movie

Atmosphere thick
and heavy

Ion storm inversion
imploding

You're thinning and thinning, Mystyr! next poem will be one drop àf rain sadly sliding the left margin of your thread... you keep reminding me always some other celebrity - Saramago this time! Weird!

Thanks Bar22do :)

It was just a hasty 'I haven't posted a poem in a whole day!' effort.

Reading it back now though, I think I may be able to do something with it in the future