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.
The old days are done
They died on the run
Somewhere between sanity and shit stains
I ditched the dirty clothes
When I survived the membranes
And then the drains came on
Washed with song
Imma about all right restless
Sunset dress-less
Corduroys shorts and a parking fine
Met list
Catch a crier in the obituary
These graves are for the wakers
Can’t settle on false hopes
And cavear and rib eyes
and wildflowers
And the buyers club went bust
So here we are
The city skyline scrapes your eyes
Penetrates your nightmares
As you sit in disguise
Think you’re the superhero
Cape and good all
When actually you’re villainous
In a frightful fall
See them pretty lights whizz by
You’re light in the head
Fuck I’ll be peaceful
When I crack open my head