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.
It’s alright to be simple
Hemingway seas and dimples
And little thesauruses thrown out with the bathwater
And its okay to say big things in
As few syllables as possible
But sometimes the overcoming overawelming
Barristers of literary giants
Never let you estimate your chances
Of gold accumulated in your pocket
So your fingers stutter
Over the keyboard in an desperate
Attempt to prove your mind works wonders
Then the tune changes and
You feel a relaxing sensation sweep you
Off your feet
The best punk is the kind of punk
That keeps it straight
Counterculture
Forays
And there won’t ever be one left to the rest
And time is never actually the test
As Is What Was
What will be shall be
Or whatever
It doesn’t quite matter
Bea=cause at the end of the day
There should never be any fear
Of simplicity
Or overly complex logic networker wiry solidoquies
And perhaps you’ll forget a vowel or a consonant
Or proper lexicon or word structure
But that doesn’t fucking matter at the end of the day
If first thought is best thought
Then lying is circumstantial
And the truth only provides itself
As a purveyor of the mass
Disenfranchised by their thought
Making yourself right isn’t about
Having the peak of the mountain
It’s about having your fingers in the crack
In the rocks.
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On Sun, 3 May 2020 at 10:28 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. It’s alright to be simple Hem” >