too fast

running out of time
running from time
that withered clock
with evil, ticking, heavy,
wrinkled spotted hands

that says things to me
like "back in the day"
and I am surprised
how long it's been since
high school ended

my hair now flat
no longer purple
i used to be fun, cool,
totally different

and now I am
part of the body
of the motion
of the slow and fast
travelling feet
that pounce the sidewalk
each day, responsible

and that round, creeping
clock speeds towards me
like a chicken running
from an axe

I laugh at you
dear clock
and your man made notion
and your weak, noisy
arms

I laugh at you
and smile
and am glad
i am not that teenager
with big, purple hair

i ignore you time
i deplore you time

i implore you time
slow down