#101 Elephant Marches

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.

Revolutionary strings are threadbare and non-adjacent

Elephant marches and shattered teacups

The parlour is animalistic

The diapers are full and the dancers are burning

What paintings card your intuitions

Camera shutters eyes flutter time sputters

Strap ons and third page violations

Wonders of the upper echelons

Come bite sized and dirty

Pointers for highlights and term sheets

That bastard must be disregarded

Revolutionary strings are threadbare and arrogant

Purse clasps and loose flaps

Godly is your aspirational intervention

But screams cannot vibrate the earth

When emperors are comfy, losing sleep in their legs

If only the thrones were transparent

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