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.

 

Blue checks and vibrato

Cherry cake and gelato

Galleons of a vessel cased on a stream

And they take the outer space expeditions

Pardoned by their own ambitions

 

Stand at ease spit a pat left at bt

Turn on the pike with the arm in a hat

Bunny rabbit popping the magician never fails

until the time he forgets his umbrella

And it hails

 

And nobody’s ever worried about the wise guy

‘Cause wise guy sighs with his own two eyes

When he spies bad tries

Poor lies

Forgetful endeavours

The exhibit never set the trendsetter

So they speckled bands on the new pimpernel

Riding on a stallion

With new flag ‘furlin

Burnin’ a lantern like the old revolutionary tale

Should’ve checked the timeline

To prevail

 

And all they had upon the table was salted bread

Up to the head in vinegar

And left for dead

Mummified like the way they did

Port of newberry gin for the older children

And frank to the bone

Still soup from a stone

Fed enough of the townsfolk

To claim it as your own

 

And poured another cuppa at the pub round the bend

Till the bartender knocked you out

For not shaving your head

So you’re off with a spatula

To dig up a king’s ransom

All bled married and handsome

All charred, carried, dancin’