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
Reprieve
Patiently waiting
On some cool sedating
The order of will
Is all refabricating
Uh
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