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