In language, we often personify our descriptions of common objects, for example, we say a clock has a face and hands. This connection between an inanimate object and a human is a cross section of sorts providing segway for a twist in perspective and the telling of a both absurd and yet accessible story. Such was the case with In My Time With Mr. Clock.Surely if Mr. Clock has a face, he has two ears, two eyes and a mouth which he can cover with his two hands in a hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil kind of way.

In My Time With Mr. Clock

3.17.2018

 

In my time with Mr. Clock

We had a real hard face to face

But no words can replace

His ticked expressions

As we talked

 

Our conversation began at 9

Only a quarter hour later

He was losing his mind

Mr. Clock’s hands

Now over his ears

He can’t believe the news he hears

It proves to be his sum of fears

Every second ticked

Followed by tears

 

And by 10:10

His hands now covered his eyes

As if he would find

Out of sight

Out of mind

Or witness how time flies

Be it worthy or otherwise

Can’t find the truth

In all the lies

 

In my time with Mr. Clock

He got more ticked

The longer we talked

As 6:30 had come around

I looked up and I had found

Both hands now covered his mouth

In disbelief how all had gone south

 

By 8:20

He could take it no more

His hands held out

As if to implore

Stop raining this hatred down from above

The time has now come

For us all to give love

 

In my time with Mr. Clock

It was he who listened

It was I who talked

But our actions, they ran

Where my words merely walked

And in time he will tell his story

‘Cause in time

It will all become history

To learn from the past

He chimes

But to make a better future

We don’t draw the hour lines

But we hold the pens

And these are our times

But we hold the pens

And these are our times