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.
Anonymous. Grave robbing.
Shot stopping
Seven figure wrappers.
Tunes so listless they had
Cops for the actors
And the matters at hand
of the damned and duly wed
Crept up in dread
on carnival business
For the overly fed beds
Practiced upon the gospels
Of chronicled allergies
They smattered ologies
On aduosities that never
Curved up or curbed the
Pronicle emirydantics
They stand at attention and crack
Laughs for the antics
And all the positioned
Well renditioned
violins recitals
caught up in after hour
Debacles
Oh how the daisies bloom once a year
So cheery
After brother part another
Started high and cleary
Your brownie points
Got no credit scores
Could you apologise for once
The courts ordered oracles
To stop by for lunch