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.

 

These diminishing regularities have caused an uproar my lord

How so? Some don’t like they’re losing what they can afford

What about the others? I think they’re happy that the regime is getting sunk

What do they say about me? Here’s a photo on a banner

Why I’m a skunk!

 

Yes you are my lord

What? I mean on this they’ve made you one

Are you saying that’s what I look like? No but the word is one

So how shall we crush these thoughts these vehement lies

I have a bath in lavender every single night!

 

Yes I know my lord

So what then? How dare they say that I stink I brush my teeth

Every day and I rinse them in the sink

Yes I know my lord. And I spray perfume made from the rarest daffodils

My armpits are so fragrant even the women are jealous

 

I don’t think you can say that anymore my lord.

Why not I am a lord!? Yes exactly that’s the issue

That I’m a lord? Yes

Then why the whole stink thing?

Well it’s part of the whole thing that you’re a stinking king

 

What did you call me!

A stink – i mean a king my lord

I will throw you off a cliff

There’s no cliff anymore my lord

What happened to the cliff

Well you see you cut down the ten thousand acre forest

For your fair and now the seas have risen

So now you have a beach or so

 

Well why didn’t you say something?

I didn’t want to cause a stink

You didn’t want to what?

Cause a stir

So what shall I do then?

Well my lord you could just listen

And make amends

We’ll discuss this later, it’s bath time

Later then