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#53 Orangina

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.


Sunday finest always somehow looked better on a tuesday

But that’s breezy and the atmosphere is nice too

So party in the back of a volkswagen band van

there were no mar than five six packs

To get through before Sam started playing the strings at sunset

So simply satisyfying every single one

Of your desires was just about a wish and a prayer away

No calamities on Wednesdays ‘cause that was

The day roast beef was made for dinner

So simply saying wrong was not something

You’d bee wedded to. Nah there was a time for everything

A block for a train of thought so no station was ever left wanting

The tracks were only meant for smoother runnings

And roller fun done jinxes


I did it all and they did it too

Dug through the riverbed with  a metal detector

To see if the elementals meant more

Than just something one could elaborate on when vividly high

Aye aye aye and by the turnpike

Summer sweat don’t stink like

Winter must

But that’s just for the clothes in the suitcases

That are packed away for next season

And the little trinkets lying on the windowsill

bathed in the sharp strip of light

Coming from the alleyway outside

The backlit porches between the buildings

Sentimental scenery sure

But nothing but a joy to behold

Because cornersershops weren’t just meant for

Cigarettes and orangina and the occasional bag of Mexican candy

Yeah and hurrah to the sky


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