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 sang about landmines
And how they tore apart landlines
And how they broke up lifelines
And nightlines
And shy eyes
I’m the type of guy who likes to lie right?
Over the hills
And far away she’ll be coming
Around the mountain
On a horse with a toupee
That’s the kind of joke
She likes to crack
All the wordplay and no format
That’s the type of fun she has
Throw your cap in the air
You’re here
Have no fear
Pray in a church and you’ll have your dear
One step forward
And two-three back
You’re a two-timing mandat
It’s crazy how things seem to evolve
And then go sideways
Like a blue lays
Chip sheet wracking brains
About a gnat in the wheat
Hey it’s old school
And there’s no time to rummage around your lunchbox
And act like a tool
Plant a time capsule
There are better fish to fry in the sea
So why stand like you’re ready
To fall to your knees
Pop that bottle of wine
Uncork it all let it flow
Burstin with bright colour me confused
Know it all
Smattering I’m enjoying this flow
Just thought you should know
Ha
So plentiful with the drinks you’re sipping
I had some pinot grigio
To let’s see what kind of truth flows
What kind of fruit grows
But here we are once again
In the lion’s den
Simple liberties and all that crap
Feel the breeze
Let your lungs clap
There is just too many seconds in a day
But no re-servings
If you come this way
Oh play Elton and have a foxtrot
Toms on the edge
But he’s a crackpot
Or maybe he’s not