#15 – As Is What Was

As Is What Was is a collection of poems created with no thought at all. None. There is no control over grammar, sound, rhythm, idea, or anything really. Why? I thought it would be fun. Is it insane? Absolutely.


There be dragons

Far fetched far gone

Grabbed by the knuckles where they knocked on

Herded like raisins on a shuffle counter

Standing at attention

See time go soft

Passed away in a field of hydrangeas

The farmers got no coin for their crops

The courthouse crumbled

Under the weight of the scales

Everybody had had enough

Now the killers for hire knew only a simple set of rules

Three to be exact

  1. Don’t make a mess
  2. Don’t frighten anyone
  3. Is it worthy?

Fired nostrils guzzling gas

The damned made mistakes in heaven

And when the wings were cut

The feathers refused to fall

And so clouds stayed aloft without a care

The spaceships never yielded

And the fortress grew fed up

Hungered – one valedictorian cried foul

Westward the trail went cold

At a river no one dared cross

Even though it was only a foot deep

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