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.
I spy these nightly agendas
Surfing on waves
that carved these adventures
In the beaches on an island
Far far away
Where eI can raise my hand i the breeze
And stay
I fly with these sprightly credenzas
The ardent starry forensic
And here in the midst of a coronership
And a sedimentary rock
I’ll take the volcano
That’s ready to erupt
I spy these nightly agendas
and they’re pretty damn fine
Never had a away the way i do with wine
And i guess that’s a test left to be desired
In the back of a parlour
With stack of corner chips
And practicing bottle flips
Off the coffee table legs
Oh how wild is a wild weird head
I fly and I die in circles
Round rehearsals
Are there a tanks in poisonous purses
Play by the raises of a new thing destiny
Placed in the pages of a newfound hegemony
I bet on the horse races too
Lost a couple hundred
dollars
But what you gonna do?