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.
Noir fantasies
Always shaded
Graded by the number of streaks in your hair
Always absent of a new flair
Of a new soothsayer to say to
soothe you through
these stately affairs
But they’re all adamant about the understandable lengths of time
So they run in circles with no cloud lines
But the street lights always play with the freckles on your face
While you sit in a puddle of your own disgrace
And there shall be a simpleton too
A new reggae tune
And if you’re on an island far far away
The pandemic can’t reach you since
You are up away
Great glory goals of the third kind
The gold only looks shinier when it’s on the other side
So settle your debtors’ hearts
There are no restarts
And probably outcomes and notable shotguns
Weddings on the upper balconies
Of the new citadels
All can be saved
All can tell
And here they are rocking
On their skateboards
By the riverside park
Think they all can sit after dark
Drop a bar of soap
Maybe run away
Lose another steamy punk attitude
In your dilly dally ways
And your atomic haze
Play where it rains