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.
Guarded eyelids
And pilots grounded for good
Trained watchdogs – promised treats
“Stay” in neighbourhoods
On all four paws
All for pauses
Edited constitutions
Added damned clauses
Insert predilections here
Delicacies have you splitting
Itchin’ to trigger senses
That your flesh and insides are missing
You’re kissing dirt – ditching
All that you’ve committed to
Park the bus right on the field
There ain’t a seed growin’ shoots
No soil – no soul
Carved digits
“On your right we have the killing fields
You’re welcome to take pictures
And there will be some action
Scheduled at six a.m.
So have a good night’s rest
And buy a quart of ‘dreniline”
What wadee they purposed up
Spending vents they turbed the chups
And finally the finalised
Will bart the yoles
And roll the dice
this has a great rhythm to it. great work.
Cheers Tomic! Appreciate it
Agree with Tomic loved it