Platypus Rex: Midnight Verse

I’m trapped in a pocket watch

I’m punching my own crotch

And saying it’s half passed tic toc

But I can’t feel exactly what has passed half

There’s tear gas and laugh tracks

Leaking from my propane tank

A stank with no match

A half-hazzard assault with no opponent

But leaving a smoking crater in my gut of guts

Scraping paper cuts all over this moment.