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.
Bit back and they stuck out
Teeth cut the air when they knocked down
Sit and beware of a knight emerged
From the body of a beast in a blood bout
Shut down on the callin’
Chatter but a waste as your face plays ‘all in’
Mutt in a daze ‘bout a bitch in the park
Staid like the piper that emptied Hamelin
Dress up to be sore
Scaled like a fish all chucked to the floor
Less in the midst of an unchained slogan
Tide thee over till the warden’s chord
I be bored. I be born.
Violated like the dawn.
I be drawlin’. I be maulin’.
Reigns are but for stallin’
I be ow’d. I be doubt.
Tilled simmer. Oh the drought.