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.

 

Water down

These boards bore no floors

In the godown they creak on the opiate odors

If the tittle tattle caricatures have to be conniving

The smatter of vanilla on the saliva’s aliving

So far the capacity got grabbed and torn apart

For the artisture the caveman came and judged your art

What you thought was pristine was vibrant

Your purity’s a lie and your temerity is silent

The tongue twists sarcastically

Or is it just the accent?

Could you not catch the waves in the voice

The elastics

Or would you rather have it sharp

Jawline ascending

The crisper the produce

The more luscious the ending

I think you demand too much from sensibilities

your pride is the funniest thing

Since fire taught you melting

Dust off your cobwebs your shoe tar

Pull out the boot

It’s so far up

Even the chimney sweep said

Shoot!

I’m afarid your well being isn’t at stake

But your blind paywalls and your laminated stakes

Take it all away

Find your religious rebirth

Chalk it up in a receipt

To idiocy dressed up as mirth

Waggle off your jawline’s descending

If the crap you believed were so good

It’d be manure

So stop pretending