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.
Myopic in all ways rapid
No other place for them to be vapid
And the gorillas on the ceiling
Are getting shifty again
They were all placid till the shadows
Started shiuffling past them
Ah new days for the utter way state
There was a wrackity mood for
Thew new wave rain
And all the pubs overcrowding with the new news nudes
Somebody got ink
Spilled on their shoes
So now they’re all after the footprints
Of the fella got loose
Somebody’s spreading rumours
That the child’s uncouth
Quick to diagnose
Quick to possess
Quick to call the whole town hall recess
Clang a bell and strum
Have a gander
The unruly state tuition
Is a blissful somersaulted
So the y let loose the librarian
To see if it tracks
And all they ever got was a sentimental shack
The folders all lined up
Ad so the crime was left cold
They played softball in the field
Till they were thirty five old
Nobody could’ve guessed
The game of the foot
Proud of the fact that nobody gave a hoot
I know the drugged ups callin’
The trashcan fires had the raunchy posh stallin’
Nobody wanted a good name tarnished
So they settled in their lies
Let their plastic smiles coat the masks
Of their pitifull lives
Ah buy the breeze catch yourself a ticket
For the melancholy express
The train’s never late but it’ll let you second guess
It’ll chug and let you mug it out
In your brain storms all small in
Quick shortin’ on the phase breaker
Nobody wanted to stay to save later