precipice

i can feel rock underfoot, but right there: no thingness.

im guessin this is the precipice.

& im left with this selflessness in my left,

& up against my right breast i got my snorkle & life vest.

if this is that scratch which they all yearn to itch

than it must b the precipice

the rest of this world is rigorous

a wee bit spasmodic for the likes of this vantrilliquist.

but i got no puppet. my 12 year old puppy

is a bit wry & fed up with listening & shit. not havin it.

in fact its like telling a rock to stop rollin.

yellin at inanimate objects doesnt usually do the trick.

my flight test ascended to the heavens this morn &

i come back down to find myself on the precipice.

& im left with this achey-chesty senselessness.

& i dont know how to end with this

good thing there is no ending.

just a comma followed by whatever sirius B gonna spit

so here b your comma my brotha now get up n get down with it

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