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