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.


I have all the right ideas

I promise you I do

Backed by centuries of frolicking

And truths

Bore those brutal scars and those nudist hearts

Can’t say I’m here to stay

But you might as well

Look at me

While I change


It ain’t over till somebody sticks you up

Shows you everything

By tearing all your precious texts up

And by the time you find

They’re real vile

They’ve already seen you through

By golly, once you’ve shared yourself

Your private parts

No longer belong to you


I have all the wrong beliefs

I promise you I do

Backed by hours of loneliness

And news

Sat in darkness bitching till the bastards came home

And all the king’s men

When they came

I handed them my phone


And they searched me with rallying cries

Tried convincing me that my mind

Was something to despise

I just played along

Might as well be the jester

If there’s a trap door waiting for me

I’ll make it my best gig


I’ll take a bow and maybe steal his crown

And have a long laugh

As I make my way down

This time they won’t catch me

‘Cause they planned it all wrong

The cellar boy will lose his colours

And turn to penning on songs


I’ll haunt him till my last decay

How can a man laugh to his death

And still be okay?

This weren’t a time for dark humour

Or teeth

They’ll say the king lost his courage

‘Cause some fool had cheek


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