trapdoor hands

i speak in time with travesty.
i cough up timberland putty,
complete with coffers and compression rings.
time has since moved away and
my jaw is numb; my tongue: pickled.

it's dense, i tell them, it's dense
but it's malleable.

oh, bother
trapdoor hands can't hold me.
i won't have it, i'll take my wares elsewhere.
time's gone, someone tell them.
he moved.
and he took his benevolence with him.
remind them absentees lose their voting rights
and they, their crack cocaine idols.

a granite fly-bird balance in emerald caches,
it's blaring at me, off the rails!
and it's dashed with invisible acrylic,
along with the thrall
that was supposed to make up my line.

a boy can't eat putty forever.
prickle pear nutrients and vitamins.
oh, bother
denizen hate crimes; if
stomach acid can't dissolve it, if
glottis' bench isn't impressive,
i'll warn you once:
cover your face

i forgot.
trapdoor hands.