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#42 Shot Clocks and Raspberries

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.


Stuck between fugue

And a square

Said I should be more caveliker

Chips in the ice cream off the old block

Shot clocks and raspberries

That rot into similes

Simple recipes for shaking up the peace

On the playground


Stuck between fugue

And a force

To be reckoned with

Leave your voice hoarse

Conscious dismissal of the unattained

Stategot gospel on

Still irate

Still meditate

But dawn don’t sink like the sunrise

So special necessities milk the off ripe

Fruits growing from deceased minds

Placed in the practice

Of a mean mind

And the strummers out on the balconies

While the pitty patter paws

Rock knees

Land 9 lives and do as you please



Patiently waiting

On some cool sedating

The order of will

Is all refabricating



Cold order s and old old fodders

They ran back and ran on south

Told off with a big old mouth

No toothpaste. No no rest.

No respect

Gold off re-debt

Pret and i switch up the grammar

Midder but they on with the atta

Boy atta cake

Patta cake patti’s late

Here we are again

With a rake in the leaves

They never said please

So please behave so the coppers don’t give chase

They don’t like your moonshine

Or snowy whines

No they don’t like your sunday’s

Or your sun lies


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