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.
I always dreamt of Timbuktu
And the ancient messages
That never made their way
To our ears
I always dreamt of Alexandria
And the light
That they said never disappeared
And the hanging gardens of babylon
How’d a new king come by
And compare his own lawn
His own take
His own gardeners
His own rake?
I always dreamt of dreams in other dimensions
In other high preventions
And particle caterstrophes
And animosities between the different sexes
And sculptures made of material
I’d never seen before
With senses
I’d never even felt before
And what did it take back in the day
To not want to rush
And just let the sand
Sit between your toes
Or the green just be lush
And nothing on the other side
I never had nightmares of wanting more
And I never had nightmares of things I didn’t adore
And that seems to be constructive philosophy
In some obvious ridiculous wmanner
But my little bones don’t have the capacity for tragedy
At least, maybe they did
And the only way to deal with it was to grow around it
So it sits in the marrow now
Somewhere
With all those fragments of sleepy heady-ness
And now here I stand
And maybe I’ll go visit a place or two
See what’s what
“Cause whispers never scary well
And civilisations and centuries
Never ended well
This shouldn’t even be 2020 anyway
Like
Why did we have to start AD?
Who gives a shit about one dude who may or may not have been born 2000 years ago?
That’s not where modernity started
Or the new age
Or whatever you want to classify history into
But that’s the thing
We like to pick and choose
And only turn the pages in certain ways
So some places are passed by
And some cradles are left to crumble
And some thoughts were said but chose not to be heard
And man
That’s absurd
That’s just bloody absurd
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