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