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.