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.

 

No part of this is mindful

Save the solitary hum

Within the throes of unsettled breeze

The newlywed – the uninitiated

None manage to best the strength so long ago established

 

Games are but fun

Until the bell and the ropes are in place

The taste of iron is not something easily forgettable

Which atom must be shook into nervousnesss?

It takes all matter of gall to assume

This is the final form

This is the pinnacle

Suppose it could be then it only goes to be

This precludes your selection