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.
Well flipping
the aardvarks have gone skinny dipping
i chomped the skip on all the ads
and now the days are off to listen
forty partions on the animus they couldn’t be relieved
called back by the stationed platypus for set reprieve
cash the arduous i knew the temerparemtnal initiative
maybe there’s a whack laugh ass imperative
some corps of the 99th never sat first in class
so now they think the government is up to new back flash
covet the patient immaturity you so despise
somebody never kept their greed in wallets to despise
i forgive these rhymes imperative
so desperate you are too shine
you’ll let the flow
over power this design
shut the fuck up fella you’re getting all your tunes
you can hum and you can rhyme
but can you actually hold it
Ha ha there you go you’re breaking off from it
isn’t it beautiful the syntax is never absurd only the mind is when you have to stick
to something you’ll probably never comprehend
and i know there are certain words and sounds you cannot begin
to comprehends it’s all a jumble
my what place does it have
what is its purpose
does it serve anything in this formidable existence of ours
is it avant grade?
IS THIS art?
Somebody call the critics in and serve them dinner
i cannot believe you gone from incomprehensible phrasing
too theoretic dialogue
jumble up the troops and play hello
there are no welcome mats for the sedated
some form of systemic initiateon will always be occultist in nature
Nobody has hopes for you this sad sadistic matter of grammar
where is the full stop can somebody write in the washington post
The Full Stop is Dead Long Live Spacing
Wouldn’t that be a nice thing to see in some form of literary journal
Have you seen the utterances of the truingular images in Dickens?
No who gives a hoot? The morality and the characters and the emotions are far
more
appeal
ing
You fuck
Is this the way to treat history? Probably not but you can stuff a chute up the root for all I care
Now what is this you say you struggle with the intimate dialogue that beseeches you to
Lay forth on the paper and BREATHE no no no i apologise I have a flair for the
Dramatic
Ha there I go again but seriously yes there is a remarkable attention to detail that makes world building
In stories so arresting in nature but at the same time there is a PNR or a
Pretentious No Return and once you cross it you have gone, in the immortal words of
That there character from Tropic Thunder “full retard” and you should never do that
Your soul might break
And patching it together no easy feat, ask Humpty over there
Hella Humpty! How’s folks
Cracking?
…
Yes I know. Mean. But you cannot lie it was as funny as bee’s bottom
Which is to say not at all
A bee’s bottom will kill you
And so can any strict attention to sense and sensibility
So strike up a pose and hum a tune
Because who gives a shit
It flows doesn’t it?
Enjoyed the parts comprehended
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