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.

 

Clear your throat. Have a couple seconds.

Have a couple more. The floorboards ain’t goin’ nowhere

At least not anytime soon

I’m sure that’s something that can be promised

Should they not then the archers will be called in

To face off the barristers and their quills

Neither of them will see the assassin coming

This battle was set up from the start

The bamboozlers have been bamboozled

And the gunnery is getting high on its own powder

They can’t get enough of it these days

James caught the noon guard on his haunches just yesterday

But who are we kidding? Nobody is afraid anymore

And those hutchers never thought much of the first kind

Born into these new rays will be those who go about their business

In what will be considered a rather untoward way and they’ll say they liked the old folk

But like those old folk so have the tunes grown and I’m sure

Somebody somwere sang about that

No matter, we’re all barking up the wrong trees