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.
Bogey wings for breakfast
Another sideshow freak getting reckless
Another poet stumped in whiskey
it’s another age old story
For the silver screen
You’re getting orgasmic for an oscar
Think you’ll play the part
Of a wonderful marauder
Mad hatter alleyways
There was not a pass in the backstage address
Of the cat and mouse chase
Sat still in a breeze so light
A feather waved out in delight
Delit and now the lantern’s gone poof
Up in smoke
Riveted
The other players shook
I’m sure they’re thrilled
Plant another drug on your person
you’re a genius after all
Take care that you don’t fall
Snuck another pipe in your pocket
Lock it and stock it
Relax your shoulders
Profit
Now that’s what they all did say
the old masters
When they came your way
And tucked you into bed
Greying eyes wild hair
They said
Here you go laddie have it your way
Where goes your mind when your eyes
Slip away?
Forget your feelings
The utter bust’s gone
Storm from down
And pour it all on
Liked It though mysterious
On Thu, 14 May 2020 at 12:04 AM, 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. Bogey wings for breakfast Ano” >