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.

 

Juvenile sentencing

Has never been the kind of thing

We were after your sherry and your warlocks

We didn’t care about the routes or the roots

Or the flutes and the chutes we shot down

Weren’t thrilling at all

 

But here we are so far gone

On the sofa playing pong

With a song from a playlist we were building

And the band’s all the rage

Withe basement for a stage

And we’ll play for all the mosquetoes

With shillings

 

No we couldn’t give a damn about your ham sandwiches

And your cafe lots with your gossip and your shots

Of macchiato and biscotti

Place your bets on our offing

They sure won’t have us before sunrise

 

And we’ve got these old cars

In which we can’t go fast

We’ve got the orders and the alchemy

To break our bones

But not a soul or djinn

Could hang with us on a whim

We’re too foolish to let them

 

Pray on beads and sweat your strut

And wipe the magazine of y’smut

You dirty kid crafting factual winnings

 

Dance the ball. Man you’re tall

Curb the underseade of school

Your eruptions were never welcomed

By the innings

 

Reckless banter all the chanters

Swinging from the chandeliers

Was the river not Styx enough for you?

 

And the yard on ebbing way

Is too shady for the grade

The otherwise of the grass is creepy too

 

For the last time stand en grade man the bars

And thieve your way to your happy

Cakes and pastries and soda bottle fame