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