Chives and Giants

I stanch the bleeding where I pricked my hand,
And wait for someone helpful to arrive,
Either a giant or a vital chive —
Thin, green, delicious — from along the strand
Where onion sellers congregate, a band
Known far and wide for playing jazz and jive
With contrapuntal shifts and raffish drive.
The giant knows first aid. He's rather bland.

I'm half asleep and fallen in a rut
Too deep to climb out from, and I'm not strong;
I always seem to think I'm going wrong,
Which is the way I turned to get this cut.
I knew I was ass-backwards, in my gut.
I dream of chives and giants all day long.