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.
Patience admirable relations
I took songs and turned them into setting stars
Frankly the world never made it easy for simpletons
Like tulips in a cemetery
Nor were the old creatures too fond of restful underlings
Honest folk never broke their backs counting atoms
So why bother now?
In all them demons rest the turnings of tides
And if there by any disinfecting
Or any repainting of any kind
Whatsoever
It should be left to those who settled
For more or less
And right on the money
Painful tolerances come by
Only once every shilling
And there may never be another like
The adamant fool
But all torrential tidings and all
Forensic evidence points to
Something better and richer
It must be the case
Thereby it stands to reason
Like all forgotten deities
That rot in the memories of ancestors
That traditions could never bring about to raise into monasteries
That all the young folk
And brightened tenacious scholars
Practiced in blasphemy
And my isn’t that
Glorious
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On Fri, 24 Apr 2020 at 10:32 PM, Owl in a Coffee Cup wrote:
> Arnav Sibal posted: ” 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. Patience admirable relations ” >