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 happened to cross a man the other day
He was engaged in tearing down a wall
I’m afraid curiosity got the better of me
I asked him why
“It shouldn’t be here,” said he
Naturally, I asked him how he’d go about it
“I’m going to push it down
I don’t want it destroying my garden, you see
Now please excuse me, I’m busy”
So I bid him good day
And as I passed the wall
I saw on the other side another man
Also pushing desperately at the wall
I asked him what he was doing
“I don’t like this wall,” he said
“But it’s falling. And if anything
It’s not going to ruin my garden.”
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