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.

 

Welcome to the frontline

Welcome to the end daze

Welcome to the part of the play

Where no one stays

Where the exits are to your left

And to your right

And to the back

And if you don’t like those ways

You’re welcome to stay back

It’ll be just you and the curtain

An intimate scene

Where you are the hero, the emperor,

the fiend.

The bloody bane and the duke

And the joker in a towel

The cleric in the brothel

And the spiest with the vowels

Three ain’t a crowd and you’re about to have it all

The rise in golden and the heavy rotten fall

That apple at the top

Turned out to be a pear

And you thought you’d be fine with the honey

But you’re no teddy bear

Crapshoot lockin’ with a sprocket

For a diary

Welcome to the shire

Where your neighbours are iron fiery

Bevy up the placated and lay out the mat

You’re all spoiled turbanent

Rats in a vat