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.

 

Vagabonds mating

Massacres shaking

The city’s at war with the country

Avalanche breaking

The pardoned the vultures

That swept the state

Got out the brushes, the bonfires,

The stakes

 

Helmet-wearing

They all trudged staring

The moss got bogged

Now they all flag-bearing

The adamant ministers

And the madaman minstrels

Couldn’t put Humpty

On trial again

 

I saw the daisies spring true

In the marshlands

Cobbled a couple more seeds

They turned into the moors

Little lads and lassies lurked

Hide-and-seek

Giggling raised the breeze

Times three

 

And the television sets

They had all the fans swooning

Facepaint jersey sporting

Other bruvs booing

Caught in the midst of a sunflower

And a stage

Dust never settles spurred

By rage

 

Poison poissons and now the birds

Can’t feed

The pigs traded hats for crowns

They swore of the breeds

Tardy was the creature

With the sutures for the fabric

All yell all stale all gone

Static