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.

Hitch a ride

They grey goats hide in the mountains

The snow sets thicker at the top

 

Maybe slide back and spill out all the garbage

The fourther one is a tenth from a drop

Further from the atmosphere

Live it up in gentle calmness

The harness never wants to play with the wind

Simply state that you’re there for the distance

And I’ll be late

When the face to face time is up

 

Party down and simmer over

They never stay too long when they stay at all

Withers died and I’m afraid of the fallin’

They grey goats laugh

And skip a little

Never ball

 

Oh “we real cool” she said

And she didn’t lie

I saw her words carved into an apple

That dared wrestle with the skies

 

All aboard this mountainous waste

I hope the clouds have a taste

When I’m high

 

Oh “we real fools” I said

And she just nodded

She saw my words on a page much further down

Ditch the clean and let it out

It only has to slide

Let them all like pigs

Marvel in the filth