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