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.

 

It’s alright to be simple

Hemingway seas and dimples

And little thesauruses thrown out with the bathwater

And its okay to say big things in

As few syllables as possible

 

But sometimes the overcoming overawelming

Barristers of literary giants

Never let you estimate your chances

Of gold accumulated in your pocket

So your fingers stutter

Over the keyboard in an desperate

Attempt to prove your mind works wonders

 

Then the tune changes and

You feel a relaxing sensation sweep you

Off your feet

The best punk is the kind of punk

That keeps it straight

Counterculture

Forays

And there won’t ever be one left to the rest

And time is never actually the test

As Is What Was

What will be shall be

Or whatever

 

It doesn’t quite matter

Bea=cause at the end of the day

There should never be any fear

Of simplicity

Or overly complex logic networker wiry solidoquies

And perhaps you’ll forget a vowel or a consonant

Or proper lexicon or word structure

But that doesn’t fucking matter at the end of the day

If first thought is best thought

Then lying is circumstantial
And the truth only provides itself

As a purveyor of the mass

Disenfranchised by their thought

Making yourself right isn’t about

Having the peak of the mountain

It’s about having your fingers in the crack

In the rocks.