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 sold we are

With every flake

Bizarre sounding boards

These states we live in are reckless

 

Stand there and chase divinity

It’s an awful habit it is

To expect good things because you do good

And not because you wish to do good

 

Morality is far more fragile

Than we realise

Far more stagnant are the ways

That bite your shoulders

Force you to scratch your back

And see if it flakes

 

If it does it feels good it’s easy to admit

But if it meanders and persists

You turn to stretch in the hopes it’ll bugger off

Numbers seem bigger the more time they’re given to increase

 

Slowness might be a virtue

So may be quickness and endurance

Strength isn’t how quick you are to grasp the rungs

Nor is it how long you can hold on

Or even how you get back up

It’s just taking a moment to weigh it all up

 

So sold you are

On metaphors and perspectives

It’s a pity you’re not greedy for more