Honest opinions on a poem I wrote; it's called Waging War Against a Typewriter?

I'll venture some honest criticism, but without knowing your age and writing experience, you may want to take it with a grain of salt. First, the poem is somewhat unfocused at the level of the image and diction. The struggle to write can be a good theme for you, but the metaphors are mixed or shift radically throughout a poem that could, as a previous poster said, be much shorter. For example, you start the poem with this idea that the attempt to imagine an idea for a poem is a dreamlike state that _speeds_ time is later undermined by the lines about the mockery of the clock (which seem to suggest the torturously slow page of time). You stress the helplessness of writer's block in lines 1-4, 19-22 but the bafflement of these sections is not supported by the violent action of filling the page. What causes that directed rage? Is your own self-consciousness being projected onto the page? How can we reasonably understand the act of writing as a kind of self-destruction? Tease these questions out and I think the poem gets deeper. Beware of hyperbole--is war the best ogy for what you've elsewhere described as more of a boxing match ("pugilistic") or a dream state or a kind of drowning in ideas? I'd think about limiting the ogy to something closer to that very personal experience of putting pencil to paper to write (rather than the enormity of a destructive war). I'd also think about cutting the clock section and the time emphasis--the struggle seems more fundamentally about the difficulty in plucking loose ideas from the ether and focusing them into fully formed poetic ideas. Keep the focus there and I think you build a kind of momentum that is otherwise lost with the series of "or" statements ("or perhaps with myself" "or maybe the clock"). Good luck and keep writing!