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.

Leap and be leapt to

Wet behind the ears

For crying out loud

Greying in the summer before the beach opens its fences

Now a swimsuit is worth the kingdom

The red wrecks wrest wryly 

No furnaces to garnish warmth

So pit your cards against the degenerate welding

Even the depths have fathoms

Why drip on toothless arguments

The pinnacle is pretty pious as a place

Unsurprising

It takes distance from humanity to grasp the consciousness of faith

Begone and wildly

The seekers are snitches any way

Bludgeons and badgers

Burdensome and bereft of unduly baggage

Be gone and gone be

Thy ineptitude is frightly