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.
Bludgeon the curmudgeon
I heard they got new tricks
The adulterers are picketing with characters and flicks
They got a man inside the machine
So now they’re paving all the roads
Running whiteners over truths
That they cannot afford to let go
On top of buildings rest the snipers
All they need’s a single call
Sent an earthquake through foundations
All of them fall
Ring around the roses
Pocket full of anger
The lights have gone out in the offices
So Who is awake to the slaughterer?
Where can I get those ear plugs
How does one turn ablind eye?
When for all these years you’ve been
The champion of blue eyes
Set aside your laurels and strip away your tie
When you ain’t sittin’ pretty
Are you really a tough guy?