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