double meanings in poetry

because you’re
threading the needle of
dreading the real but you’re
threatened by weedles and
those playing long-cons

while you’re
left there just waiting to
up to your hips wading through
treading the water
dreading the water
until the sun takes it away
the sun bakes it today
till you’re trapped in concrete
because the quicksand is gone

they told you
stay placidly
rest just hang
flaccidly while
all the acid eats
away at the dawn

sometimes you’re the needle
sometimes you’re the needs
sometimes you’re the fiddle
sometimes you’re the feed
sometimes you’re the fruit

sometimes you’re the seed