#93 Haverin’ and Gunnin’

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.


Pass the china

Tell me imma

Spastic in the nude


The boots don’t fit

You take a shit

You’re a beggar for a fool


You cryin’ foul

The autumn leaves

Are seldom for a care


You played the minstrel

In the theatre

Now you’re street bare


Oh you adamant

You church besieged

You’re getting it all wrong


You’re fucking up

The wrong tree

Savior of Marlboro lungs


Catch a fire

In the reacher

Steady on your horse


Have a nation

On parade

And gun it to the fourth


Operating heavy goals

You’re vomitting your curse

Have it half or have it full

You’re set for something worse


Some party lady

Gave you bread

Havering by the swings


Wet hair

And cutting teeth

Mumbling about kings


And if you had another doll

A dollar

Or a pack


You’d patiently kill yourself

On a train

Running on no tracks


Western bound

You funny thing

Porridge on your chin


Have you all

Or have you stalled

The riots in your skin?


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