#6 – 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.


Uh. Righty. Seven to the left.

And the quarterback stepped

And the magdalen’s left

The bulwark’s on fire

The grocery’s done

Not quite sure think the bag’s undone

The quartermaster’s sleeping

And the nomad’s drunk

Could’ve bloody sworn

Charlie turned into a skunk

Eh? What’s that beeping?

Are you winking off too?

Geraldine is slipping past

The poison to the zoo

Did you believe the minister from the teample a couple miles yonder?

Somebody told me he wasn’t real at all. It just might be the mystery

Well. the fivers will be out and about with their dog

So it’s fine.


Okey – maybe television down

Aye, their backs are bent like frowns

Equal to our bidding

I mean your bidding

Now let’s see

The lighthouse was flickering

Fetch a pail with Johnny

And while you’re out there get a suit

You’ll be need to clean up for the truth

Perhaps there’s something on the list still left to do

Honestly i heap on it all

Kall and stop correcting my spelling

Damn all of y’all

Sure that’s right. Sure indeed

The keyboard’s clacking

Aw! I forgot the chicken feed

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