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