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