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.

 

The makeup you dab on your visage

Can’t hide the crevices

The redolence of who you once were

Now I might be forward in suggesting

That the little truth that slips through

Does so without permission from you

Now you might be aware of the superficial bliss

That you adorn yourself with

But that stands not a sliver of a chance

Against the five witches

 

And if you haven’t counted them properly

Then perhaps your ignorance is bliss

And you’ve given us confidence in  century old

Hypothesis so there mut be

A certain award that awaits you

For the proof you have so dutifully provided

 

Count them once and recount them to be sure

First comes the worshipper

Second the avenger

Third the one

Who silently remembers

Fourth the denier

And fifth the killer

 

That’s how they stand no matter which way you look

Mona Lisa smile type inference

No matter where you go

You cannot escape the five digits

And there fore be with what you be

They have all gauged you quietly

 

Now in the face of their faces

Do you still desire to trade places?

let one take the throne in your consciousness

Or attempt them away

With jewels

Secretly vaulted to steer away fools

Or is the folly of your treks so vicious you can’t instigate

The untimely viscous stature

Of your own regaling factors

Be worthy by thirty

Five times the charm

Nobody claimed the queen for their arm

Nobody claimed you were a queen at all