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#35 Emirydantics

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.


Anonymous. Grave robbing.

Shot stopping

Seven figure wrappers.

Tunes so listless they had

Cops for the actors

And the matters at hand

of the damned and duly wed

Crept up in dread

on carnival business

For the overly fed beds

Practiced upon the gospels

Of chronicled allergies

They smattered ologies

On aduosities that never

Curved up or curbed the

Pronicle emirydantics

They stand at attention and crack

Laughs for the antics

And all the positioned

Well renditioned

violins recitals

caught up in after hour


Oh how the daisies bloom once a year

So cheery

After brother part another

Started high and cleary

Your brownie points

Got no credit scores

Could you apologise for once

The courts ordered oracles

To stop by for lunch

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