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.

 

Shelter sensors

Of piece meal fencers

The alibis rise to the nigh high benders

The port potty palaces

In denial of caring stars

Packed the pickled paddlers

And raised the grainy bar

 

I mean the way they preyed

On furnaces the sundials never broke

Choked on all the peppers

And let the diaries fill with smoke

They stuck their tongues down throats

So far they thought they’d get a lick of heart

But found jumper cables pinching

So the open days restart

 

Don’t be fooled by minstrels drinking spouting solid

Settled steers

They’d have you believe their genius

Came from a flock of fears

But not a soul got by the birds eye view

Perspective caught ‘me cold

The journey came by seventh deep

And now they hear the folds

 

Some prick got up in arms about the armaments

I’m sure they’re wistfully slugging away

I know the banter’s on formidable

So have your fucking say

 

Some might just have the new style news

And snag it under your door

Nobody will be here for you

When you’re smiling maddened on the floor