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.


Now and then again

I see god in the nomad

Clattering on the trail

In dirty rags

Singing to their self

Just to keep sane

‘Cause every town they have been to

Always gets it wrong again


Thought there would be tallying

But to bear tarrying

Is strange

Laces all knotted up

And straps kept straight

A beer for the buzz

Just to make it through the day

Knows no destination

Still gets it right any way

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