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.
Backyard wisdom
Was always drenched in cold sweats
And more bets
Lighter fluid, beer
And dreams of corvettes
But they started driving hondas
In the canyon
In search of disarrayed kings
And living room gods
So they could sit on carpets
And know what
Truth was
Yet they stuck through
Stuck tough
And they’re a little older now
A little more rough
In the face
But that’s okay
They were never ones for
The clean cut looks
So they’re standing out here
And they’ve got what they asked for
And they finally got their passports
And they know what the cost was
And they know what inflation is
And they know what mortgage is too
And that’s a lot of money flowing out
So now they’re chilling in their back gardens
Still guzzling beer
Less lighter fluid now
And a couple more nostalgic tears
See the sun and the paint don’t quite dry and try
Like they used to