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.
There be dragons
Far fetched far gone
Grabbed by the knuckles where they knocked on
Herded like raisins on a shuffle counter
Standing at attention
See time go soft
Passed away in a field of hydrangeas
The farmers got no coin for their crops
The courthouse crumbled
Under the weight of the scales
Everybody had had enough
Now the killers for hire knew only a simple set of rules
Three to be exact
- Don’t make a mess
- Don’t frighten anyone
- Is it worthy?
Fired nostrils guzzling gas
The damned made mistakes in heaven
And when the wings were cut
The feathers refused to fall
And so clouds stayed aloft without a care
The spaceships never yielded
And the fortress grew fed up
Hungered – one valedictorian cried foul
Westward the trail went cold
At a river no one dared cross
Even though it was only a foot deep