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.
These weather storms
And these catacombs
Have been shacking up
To own the matterhorn
And as far as they’ve gone
And as far as the light can reach
All there is
Is another narwhal stuck in a tree
Crowned kings in a tomb
Got left in the womb
Of another future
So now they’re all there
Begging for the sutras
And can’t the believe
That theiyve all gone mad
All gone rad
And all gone god damn sad
So they pray to the trees and the folk
Who seem to be silent
And woke to the words
That the world whispers
Whispers
Frankly it’s a god damn shame
That they’re all about values
That are lost and lame
That they’re all about the long
Land game
But the trenches are filled with actions men
Who came when the genius jester called
To get the papers straight again
And they settled cross-legged in the sand
All in flanks
Hoping that they could lift their ranks
But man they came in shanks
They left in tanks
They cut their teeth
On the things they didn’t say
On the little wishes they didn’t pray
For when they blew out their birthday candles
Caught stank fray
Oh now they play
Oh now they play
Now they play
It’s a god damn day
just another god damn day