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.
Vesuvius in your ears Joints stretched and free Worn boxer gloves Packets of wraps and crisps Dates with the doorman Door hand handle the warmth with tenderness Feel the gifts flow freely Did the crossings come with ticker tape syndromes Or did the kleptomaniacs steal your thunder? By all means, have it your way. Limestone rhythms are nature’s best poets Wrapped in concrete undertones High writing high flying high sightings Move in tandem with the tarpaulin and ease the rush till it breaks Cracks Snivelling On the sheepskin Just blimey. Venom. Neanderthals might have been the saviours of the world if they were not a threat And so it goes Skin the luncheons ever so slightly Quilts for the better year Don’t look for reason. It is an eyesore. And don’t look for emotions. It’s a tight lore. Wrack the regions for a quarter past. Saunter last. Listen keenly first Rate the riot o a scale of one to five. Stars don’t like the sun He is lofty.