Becoming Worthless

Something is happening to me these days.
I start crying whenever I look at trees.
I feel I would like to kiss the face
of the executioner,
and when the first star appears
in the deep ocean of the sky,
it is all I can do to restrain myself
from dancing naked on the roof.

Don't expect any work from me.
I've become quite useless.
Good for nothing.
All I want to do these days
is stagger about,
looking into everyone's eyes,
reaching into their pockets,
searching for God,
or a little spare change,
or maybe just to cop a feel.