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
Message wrapped in an enigma. Some arresting images
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