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.

 

Chess pieces move at shutter speed

The way the night cries itself into dawn

The pawned visions of a late night song

An old scrap in the notes

Binder full reprised eloped stores

And coats hanging from a nook

In the hallway that nobody ever came to reclaim

The dame said all things change

And if evolution is the only progress that’s ever made

Then it’s save to say that adaptability is never a choice

So here lays the rest of the future

And if you’d like to dust your feet

You’re more than welcome to do that

Sometimes the burglar is scared of

Wee willie winkie

I’d know i’ve looked into his eyes

That guy’s a little wild after a few beers

But it’s alright he’s got the stories that only dreams are made of

And sometimes the times that nightmares are shaped from

 

So if you find a fella in a bar in a nightgown

After you frown your nose and scrunch up your face

You’ll  find yourself – if you dare

In the presence of a storied disgrace

The kind of king of the streets

Lord of the fools deal

Spending pennies and cashing on overheard lewd news

There are other folks worse than what you have on your hands

He’ll shimmy into lives before you even notice

Smile so dapper he’ll be winning over your folkses

 

Xylophones played almost daily

Stirred early made a banana shake and came too

Not the kind of thing you’d like to talk about

It’s the kind of thing that’s normal to do

There in repose by the solidified state

Was the waste of a corpose that was always sometimes late

And they’d never crack a can open the way the case was

Even the detectives thought their coffee tasted a tad of fuzz

But the cashier turned them away in exhaustion

Found out the old abatement was just more precaution

So sculpt of a dagger and tired of the bone

Stayh away from that ractious phone