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.

 

Guarded eyelids

And pilots grounded for good

Trained watchdogs – promised treats

“Stay” in neighbourhoods

On all four paws

All for pauses

Edited constitutions

Added damned clauses

Insert predilections here

Delicacies have you splitting

Itchin’ to trigger senses

That your flesh and insides are missing

You’re kissing dirt – ditching

All that you’ve committed to

Park the bus right on the field

There ain’t a seed growin’ shoots

No soil – no soul

Carved digits

“On your right we have the killing fields

You’re welcome to take pictures

And there will be some action

Scheduled at six a.m.

So have a good night’s rest

And buy a quart of ‘dreniline”

What wadee they purposed up

Spending vents they turbed the chups

And finally the finalised

Will bart the yoles

And roll the dice