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.
Staccato scenes of
mad habits – them beams
Got
Rat-a-tat caricatures
Of lightening dreams
See the crop of the cream
Got masked shambles – long leads
Spirals from the carbon
Borrowed from beings
And if data preyed
Made about
Burst and coloured weary
The stifled tenures never crept
Darker than the berry
Pitter patter talks
Roped in glass – easy
Marching by the guilds
Shivers from the breeze be
Bees knees stoking
Licked up fines
Knee deep croaking
Leave be mines
Should steady settled
Church bells
Rock around the roses
Flaunt the idols by their dollars
Homey in their poses