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 set myself in stone

Aye! He set himself in stone

And when the fans came to dig my grave

They knew they weren’t alone

For they sang and sang and sang

As they threw dirt in the air

For they knew when the grass returned

The grass return with flair

There’d be flowers of all the kinds

You’d find from here to Rome

And smells oh smells justly divine

Wine could never know

They cheered and threw barbecues

They cracked open twenty beers

And by the time the moon stretched out

They’d forgotten all their fears

 

Ha’way the lads they’re calling

From here to Austin road

They’ll know my name and where I rest

And they’ll never be on their own

Come one come all

You heathens

Play footie against the headstone

Or graffiti it you youngling artist

Deal with it and foam

 

Oh way oh way away

By the old church bells they rang

But they shouted louder

Than any man or woman can

By the buirch tree in Albion

To the forests of Marabe

Nobody will ever hear quite a tune

As peaceful as they let free

 

Away away away my lass

The fur niture is set

Oh don’t you know these numbers here

Are one’s you just can’t forget

Even gods come by once in a while

To know what they had made

And who’d’ve thought that one could find

Peace in a fucking grave?

 

Away away you cheery bastard

Have yourself a laugh

no matter how crass it is green’ll be the grass

And don’t you whistle away it all

Carpenters’ delight

Your paint thinners and waist stretchers

Will take too much damn time

 

Party hard and let out loose

The dogs have overrun

And tell them when you take the streets That you came for a bit of fun

 

La dee day away oh way

Set yourself all free and crumble down

And wrestle around till you’re on

The final spree