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.
So I see
Y’all are obsessed with existence
But not enough to recognise that fickleness
flickering is the test of your abilities
Yet you claim it’s inconsistent o’clock
Hickory hickory toalk
Now the bread crumbles the same way the seconds fall
Oh how you stay mindful of spirits and gods
Your appeasement knows no bounds
You set up your embassies
And you claim them so proud
yet you fail to rationalise
The sort of sentiments you swear by
Are not the ones that fit into the ecosystems
Nature doesn’t cork the same way you think you know
So test yourself let yourself sit
Breathe in and out till you’re out of it
Your mediations are endeavours in selfishness
Oh drunken dose
Smile all you like
The wind still knows
How tough your skin is to stretch
It makes you belch
in closed quarters
The warts you hide know your nose dodders
Party to knowledge you wish to salvage
More to ravage
Helping hands help yourselves
Hide them on untouchable unreachable shelves
And if the sands swallow them whole
Don’t be afraid to start again
Just preach from an upturned bucket
Say you made up all of ‘em
Cyclic
Detestable
Digestible