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
Beautifully juxtaposed 2 worlds …. Lonely boatman on the stormy seas and a revelry oblivious to its surrounds