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?