#103 Charmed

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.

Boat rider rides the tormentuous gales

Cascading tiles give leeway to sirens

The nightingales are up next

The band is melancholic and proud

Finished silences succeed the strings

Railings leaned on by staples of artistic specimens

The fortuitous are gavelling

Gambling on hedges are party persons

Dinner is served on rocket ships

Free the pernickety the perspicacity of reason

Pallous and hindering


Charmed to meet the lead front man

Charmed to please the lead front man

Xylophones begin their songs

Ice trickles easy

Spice is fickle

Tongues are queasy

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