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.
Viceroys saddled
With sunny dispositions and exchequer papers
And bills that keep stacking
As the jass slips from fingertips
Into sewers leading to street-wise gangs
That no naught of what fans keep cradling for
And all the lights in neon straight
Gaze on the door
Paps masturbating to the overlord
That’s how the story goes
Page flipping
Rage dipping
Stage si-in stripped
Of any value able treachery
There were positions in the state
That’d have made you grow
But the underlined reliable
Beggars go ford
Placed another tune in another stack
But the armoured poets never attacked
So they’re stepping on pyres
To light up the only available mentions
And here they frankly meditate
All in a haze
For the empre’s fate
And there were no rain drops littered
On the discarded identities
Of those passed through
So the social security was nothing
But black, red, and blue
All debts overdue
So climb on your prison cells
And start a clamour of hope
White doves are white doves
Until they elope
And that’s just how the story goes
And the gutters were filled with rainbows
But nobody looks down if they’re edisgust reaches up
So behold your majestical faces
Streaked with carcasses of palatial spaces
There have been no riots
In a peaceful park
So why stay till after dark?
Oh why stay why state the obvious
Why pray why prey on the obnoxious
There are no loopholes
No rally-dad-daze
No face to look into
For the mirrored parties
The partakes in the avant staze
So they flay the dragon and turn it on a spike
Step up the barbecue
For the public’s delight