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.

 

Bogey wings for breakfast

Another sideshow freak getting reckless

Another poet stumped in whiskey

it’s another age old story

For the silver screen

You’re getting orgasmic for an oscar

Think you’ll play the part

Of a wonderful marauder

Mad hatter alleyways

There was not a pass in the backstage address

Of the cat and mouse chase

Sat still in a breeze so light

A feather waved out in delight

Delit and now the lantern’s gone poof

Up in smoke

Riveted

The other players shook

I’m sure they’re thrilled

 

Plant another drug on your person

you’re a genius after all

Take care that you don’t fall

Snuck another pipe in your pocket

Lock it and stock it

Relax your shoulders

Profit

 

Now that’s what they all did say

the old masters

When they came your way

And tucked you into bed

Greying eyes wild hair

They said

 

Here you go laddie have it your way

Where goes your mind when your eyes

Slip away?

Forget your feelings

The utter bust’s gone

Storm from down

And pour it all on