now that we’re all on this cliff

now that we’re all alone on this cliff

winedrunk and vigorously

resisting vertigo all one on this

now that we’re all a little on

all a little resistant, vertiginous, etc.

now that we’re all counting cliffs to sleep

The way one must always be on a cliff

And two gets off

masking lists

cleaning stones

now that we’re all circling in

a precise circular precipice which nature

can no longer afford (or so they say)

round as a sheep tick, a bullet train, a root

now that we’re all more or less

trying to wipe my collective nose on the frame

we would like to give us pleasure

(give me pedantry or give me use they proclaimed and rode away into the downward spiral

on their blue horse of night)

we would like to give us axiomatic coffee

head

bread

and more than alone bread

and a beauteous arrangement of beads

now that we’re all trying to run away on this cliff

now that we’re all rooting

rutting

putting up shoots and downward settling

now that we’re all airy

now that we’re all gaseous

now that we’re all on this cliff like a pinprick, needle-eye, camel lope

feel free to furnish it with poured concrete sitting blocks

when it hit the table, the tradition made a noise like [imitation Philadelphia]

and a potted calendula clapped its hands and said yeah

now that we’re all on this everybody say yeah

take off your hands and row

and the camel’s name is tadaaaaaahhhhh

now that we’re all starting together on this cliff

having fallen so low and already crushed

now that we’re all divvied up

some stepped on, some cupped, some propped up, some twirled about, some shot at

shrugging happenstance as if it were all up to cliff

with the wind in your hair, elegant conquistador tricking up the mount

we would like to give you impartial pecan pie

wholeness

barenaked wholeness

unharnessed fruitility

fruit tea (80% sugar, less ice, extra aloe vera)

now that we’re all on this cliff shrugging happenstance

drinking teenage waistbands and phantom seas

like a couple of drowsy peony heads inadvertently heading for paydirt

like a shaved ice copula

now that we’re all listing this cliff on our obituaries

how much always is there ever time for at last?

now that we’re all fixing expletives to the canon

now that we’re all on this cannon

what makes your puppetry interesting though?

dead predictions dancing hourly on the plexiglass

scraping fungible crusts of inner categories from the pieplate with your fingernails

uncut

untethered

untaught

untarred, unfeathered

wince once if you got me

contrailed in red, we can see it so colorful, unguaranteed from here on this cliff

all now we’re that cliff on this

tolled

tailored

bending a little in the breeze like a hedged bet

our age cowed by bigger invisible papers its waves lost to it

now that we’re all meat in absentia

met in absentia

unpatterned, excessive

a little laughing episode that lasts an epoch

the time of chance and extra-skeletal appendage, purpose as apanage, some perseverant public appearance

no point dying now though while the world carries on like this

is it nonsense in the service of who or nonsense in the service of whom?

now that we’re finally all alone on this cliff