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.
Sluggish – a turtle
Carried it all
Dipped in cool waters
Battered – stalled
Frightened – rampant
Over and aboard
Pirate with a flag
Sword in scabbard
Hopeful and frightful
A free for all fight
A royal visage and a scar
That did smite
And they practiced their worth
On the uncaring seas
They might have fared better
If they’d done as they please
A master of diving
A jack of the lanterns
New to the lights
Couldn’t spot Saturn
And when the land came by
The ducked and they feared
The plunderin’ weren’t worth
All of their dears
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