#44 Banana Bread

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.


Checker board raises

And banana bread in the morning

Cup of coffee got me ignoring the snoring

I’ll have a laugh or two

Pardon my addiction to sprinkles

But I’ll be standing over the balcony

Looking at the monster parade

In the streets below

While everybody’s yelling at the top of their lungs

And I’ll just snicker and sigh

This is what the day gone by looks like


It ain’t always used to be like this
At least I think so

But I guess when I was younger I wasn’t well trained

In identifying these folk

So the dishes pile up under scabs and sobs

But the adultery never left them in shame

But the sheets are still stained


Oh how the mighty never fall once they’ve got

Pockets deep enough so now they’re paving

Everything and over everyone

Like it’s not a big deal at all

So here they are and they can stand in glass houses

And roam around with their lust hanging out

And nobody could do a thing

‘Cause only royalty can live in glass houses

And get away with it


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