Those Hands That do Dishes

[Keith]

Those Hands That do Dishes

Old pots and pans never die,  I'm in the drawer
they reside forever in the limbo 
of soapy water and drying rack. should rack be plural as general statement not specific  
They may disappear as you would
expect Houdini's plates to depart didn't houdini escape ?
but like bad copper coins, they return. I like the copper link with pans

Marigold gloves
on the other hand funny no pun intended ?
live for three washes.
Their decayed insides
smell with the stink of old palm old palm doesn't sound right I don't know what it smells of, sorry not much help, would rotting flesh be cliche or a gimps mask
sweat expelled inside rubber souls
melting the skin into pasty white. They do don't they nasty things, I like melting, I prefer my skin to be cracked and bleeding.

I like the simplicity Billy and the observation behind  old palm rubber soul ? I could be missing something, sorry if too much comment in Mild. Best Keith