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.
The rivers run blue
Marigolds and diamonds
And Stevie was playing guitar and letting off a shotgun
In shotgun
And the hummingbirds were mad
But we headed from Piccadilly after we picked lilies
To the pick a pretty sound
That’s what it’s about
No radio. No jock. Just a tennis ball
Being bounced in the back
And a hop skip and jump
Chalked pavements and faded lines
And drawings of superheroes
And carrefour bag for life
Bagged for life
Bagged up lives
Broke out of the hive
With honey in tow
Headed for the hundred acre wood
They couldn’t catch us
And there ain’t a sun
Worth this
Not a single one