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