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.

 

Wag a dog

Frag in the air

I heard the artist wasn’t afraid of cold water

Now you sit in your lunch

Wishing on something

just a tiny bit more colourful

The perspective is off by a millimetre

And everyone knows that means

“YOU SUCK”

 

Now had there been a time

If you’d paid more attention

The chances of not

Relishing such a despicable sense

Of hysteria would never have arisen

But you know what they say about hindsight

Asses only look good at angles

Or so that’s what they’ve been telling us on the internet these days