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.

 

Over in the throes of the post-repose state

Lay the blames of graces ignoring their own weight

And placed by the kiln were the kids all stolen

Cajoled by the overused robed nobles rollin’

“By gracious! By building! By brethren untouched!”

They flocked like the chickens the king sucked for lunch

“Aye burden, oh festered, mittery fun dirges!

I splurged more on the tales than each one of them churches”

Brittle in their intentions upon questions arising

Spied by the feathered calls – mixed uprisin’

Shingles upon garrotted / widened by rage

Jerked by the judges braised all blazed

Far cried all cretins in dubious purges

Trickled under conches staged on furges

No meaning behind eyes blind to burdens

Liberty’s on an island ironic and hurdened

Hearded oh herded thy senses have wronged

No armor battle wages and cling – have this shunned

As Is What Was There Be And Why

Great was the line of the day gone by.