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