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.
The shark lost their teeth to the fishermen collect
Every shadow made them squirm from the surface
Nets of algae and sharp sounds
Had them circling in fear
The shoals and clowns waggled their fins
Laughed the beasts to death
Hammer and saw they crafted dentures
But the bill just could not quite fit
So they hooked and sunk a million trawlers
To teach about the pits
Cavities raging candy staging
They couldn’t pucker up
They slammed into the lighthouses
Counting on their luck
The cracks the creases villages the oceans began to squirm
The narwhals pierced the cannon flags
The killers struck the shores
But how can the mighty shark devour
Its viciousness is yours
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