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#82 Ain’t it a Funny Thing

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.


Fidelity in overdrive

The oh side was o so bright

They paved over the velvet backyards

And then came the hydrangea highways

The affluent dropped their guises off at the dry cleaners

And took their porsches to the side ways

There were no turning points at the forks

The roads only got sharper at the turns

And the pikes grew cold

There was no clean water no froth

The broth was overdone and so the cooks were shot


They placated all the musicians at the strip clubs so they’d stick to the tunes

The sheets of paper turned the skies red

So now the revolution’s overdue

Somebody started the underground up again and it all caved in

Nobody let loose on the demolition man

So they all stayed in


Part of the prophetic nature of the elven stances

Got the necromancers begng for the witches’ backs

But they huntin’ on corposes long fished up

Long lflesh gone

Long bread dunk

The ardour of the amateur nations come bleating for the grass


They stayed the little girl who didn’t want to be a lass


Now ain’t it a nightmare the freakish bloat grows

Cancer stricken statures

And the statues froze

Ain’t it a funny thing how the clamour clucks by

They bang on your windshield

But snow don’t dry

So what’s in the cake that you let them all eat

No kind of poison makes we sleep

Be by godders you have no throne

Run through your untamed a hair their combs

AThe comments passed have them jealous for it all

They can’t dread so they lock your bones

They block your tones

Ain’t it a funny thing

Ain’t it a funny thing


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