Collect my thoughts for I cannot
Jumbled, lethargic and downright taut
Pour them in a glass or boil them in a pot
Ingest, Digest then vomit them up
Give them to the poor or waste them on the rich
Left out in the streets or buried in a ditch
Children make your use of them!
As toys, pets, or marionettes
An object of derision, a punchinello clown
Dandelion clocks blown apart
By the gust of an urchin’s breath
Maple keys make their slow descent
Where shall they rest their heads?
Shall I rest mine instead?
I’ve got a crown full of bran, pins and needles
I’m the scarecrow, paint my face
Open my eyes so that I may see, shed a tear
Or fall asleep
Open my ears so that I may hear
Words of love and words of hate
Open my mouth so that I may speak
Of my fear and of my faith
Open my nostrils so that I may smell
The fragrance of heaven and the embers of hell