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.

 

I sang about landmines

And how they tore apart landlines

And how they broke up lifelines

And nightlines

And shy eyes

I’m the type of guy who likes to lie right?

 

Over the hills

And far away she’ll be coming

Around the mountain

On a horse with a toupee

That’s the kind of joke

She likes to crack

All the wordplay and no format

That’s the type of fun she has

 

Throw your cap in the air

You’re here

Have no fear

Pray in a church and you’ll have your dear

One step forward

And two-three back

You’re a two-timing mandat

 

It’s crazy how things seem to evolve

And then go sideways

Like a blue lays

Chip sheet wracking brains

About a gnat in the wheat

Hey it’s old school

And there’s no time to rummage around your lunchbox

And act like a tool

Plant a time capsule

There are better fish to fry in the sea

So why stand like you’re ready

To fall to your knees

Pop that bottle of wine

Uncork it all let it flow

Burstin with bright colour me confused

Know it all

Smattering I’m enjoying this flow

Just thought you should know

Ha

 

So plentiful with the drinks you’re sipping

I had some pinot grigio

To let’s see what kind of truth flows

What kind of fruit grows

But here we are once again

In the lion’s den

Simple liberties and all that crap

Feel the breeze

Let your lungs clap

 

There is just too many seconds in a day

But no re-servings

If you come this way

 

Oh play Elton and have a foxtrot

Toms on the edge

But he’s a crackpot

 

Or maybe he’s not