My English class second semester, freshman year at Pratt had an assignment to read Wallace Stevens' Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird, and then write a poem entitled 'Thirteen ways of looking at a...', in which we would pick any subject, and then write thirteen short stanzas about that subject. I picked a clock.

I

Tick tock
Circuity.
Security.
Another day
Will pass.

II

Run run,
motherfucker.
You are not
Where you are
Supposed to be.

III

You always seem
To do this to me.
I was doing my best,
And you have
Made me late
Again.

IV

Wake up!
Wake up!
You are
Sleeping
Your time
All away!

V

Tick...
(waiting...)
(worrying...)
(wondering...)
(watching...)
Tock.

VI

I want
To tear you
Off
The
Wall.

VII

Father of entropy,
Father time.
Your hands let me
Watch my world
Decay.

VIII

I seem to be
Living my life
Five minutes
Behind.

IX

I hate to watch you,
But panic when you stop.
How will I know when to get
Where I don't want to be?

X

Taking time
To watch a clock
Is like eating
A beautiful dinner
Just to take a shit.

XI

Upon your eternal
Heartbeat,
The music of ages
Has played.

XII

Try?ing
`` to kEep
. u~P
i seem to
_______have
drop
- ped
my^
.....things.

XIII

I
Do not
Have time
For this.

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