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.

 

Sweater clocks

The door knockers alert

Got another clean white tee

Shirts on the line so they have another accord

Blast from the past – concord

Ian efforts for the natural nihilistic frenzy

Partitioned with envy

The adulterers are back in the garden

Special necessities and liberties

For the new age technical ones

They’re on the run with a frisbee

Chequered bank stopping

Is me isthmus tenacious

Practical over up on the outer mountains

I had a dilly dally romance there

In the himalayas by a shack

in open disrepair

Nobody cares about how delusional you are

If you want to be great

Then you got to burn like a star

It’s the sessence of a good will hunted

Rifle on target

Marksman for the world order

Of survival

painstaking paintings

For the renaissance revival

Sorry I repeat myself

But if practice don’t make perfect

Then what even is the point?

I clacked the keys and smacked up the joint

Well not really,

I’m the non-confrontational type

But they’re all in the attic

if you’re really wondering what they’re up to

Don’t bother

Knock first.