#1 – As Is What Was

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.


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