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.

 

Compensations for philosophy

Is in the currency of sneers

Have you seen how they decorate their monasteries

And tend the gardens with shears?

If it all looks tip top

There could be no questions of sick roots

Grass is more green

When it’s fuelled

 

They line up the askers and the seekers of salivateion

Like pigs in a sty

Alll doused in patience

If they behave they might get what they desire

The troughs are filled with kibble and daily doses of shit

The holy water ain’t so pure

If you check what the make up of it is

 

This liberations the torches they light

The peace they control

Their hegemonic constitution

Can only survive on the suppression of evolution

Unclog your noses

See just how filthy these monks are

They stink

They divert the blame

Say it is yer chairs

If you just believe and it play it by their book

You might win the league

That’s a joke

 

Let it burn. This is the only way to purify

Cauterize the wound if you can

It has grown vile