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