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
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