Untitled, not to be taken as a misnomer

i can do anything with my hands
(counted on lorry loads of stockpiled
food traded for Adidas)
i can take from the pertinent hands of others

[the girl, under the street corner in (in)solent dresses]
outs (out)sides
how much will you pay me if I drink a Daisy?
will some Doolittle do more?

i eat a sandwhich that in turn topples governments
my gas tank had blood
on its hands
from the pump on
which i left behind prints
(Bromeliad heads
of capillary action are taped)
Yesterday,
in 1973 my sneakers walked on Chilean dead
the tin harvested within the spines of students
made the first supercomputers

but as a fetus I wore headphones
(later under Semaphore bursts of wailing"
and dreamt in Dramamine