poetry | prose

out the window

it is 6:28
the clock ticks down
seconds crawl
and i stare at my watchface
inescapable numbered void
looking for a resolution
and a mental revolution
which is still weeks away
turn the dial
and watch time fly.

[Author's note: The title for this one is weird. It comes from the joke about throwing the clock out the window to see time fly.]

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