Pile Of What? Poem by David Pettus

To start it of
I'll throw in some old sticks from cut down trees
Half scattered leaves with crawling fleas
A fleece from shaky shaken sheep's disease
Half thoughts of talking beards from lost goatees
And these, And these,
The floating spaces
Full of cases encased of ideas from different unusual places
Vacant shouts and toeless dances
Are added to this pile of never ending chances
Ahh I have to sneeze!
Sometimes you just have to get allot of your mind
So from time to time
I pile up piles of some of these
To breath in then exhale these piles free into the open breeze