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.
It did occur
In the yellow pages
And in the novels left on the bedside tables of abandoned homes in the countryside
That the most desperate of the antagonists
Were inherently criminal
Their actions warranted the yellowing of teeth and nails and skin
In the cluttered cells where the only known shade of paint
Is the desperation for sunlitght
As the more artsy of the lot called it
To others it was the deprivation of growth
Half empty half full I suppose
I revise my statement
It wasn’tt a matter of the more artistic inclined
It was who walked the line of belief
Not the zealous stuff
The more substantial kind
Where there is evidence of another side
A realm
A way forward
Except the system blocks bans corrupts
Far more than imaginable
The difference between
Prison
and
Poison
Is a matter of one letter
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