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.
Chess pieces move at shutter speed
The way the night cries itself into dawn
The pawned visions of a late night song
An old scrap in the notes
Binder full reprised eloped stores
And coats hanging from a nook
In the hallway that nobody ever came to reclaim
The dame said all things change
And if evolution is the only progress that’s ever made
Then it’s save to say that adaptability is never a choice
So here lays the rest of the future
And if you’d like to dust your feet
You’re more than welcome to do that
Sometimes the burglar is scared of
Wee willie winkie
I’d know i’ve looked into his eyes
That guy’s a little wild after a few beers
But it’s alright he’s got the stories that only dreams are made of
And sometimes the times that nightmares are shaped from
So if you find a fella in a bar in a nightgown
After you frown your nose and scrunch up your face
You’ll find yourself – if you dare
In the presence of a storied disgrace
The kind of king of the streets
Lord of the fools deal
Spending pennies and cashing on overheard lewd news
There are other folks worse than what you have on your hands
He’ll shimmy into lives before you even notice
Smile so dapper he’ll be winning over your folkses
Xylophones played almost daily
Stirred early made a banana shake and came too
Not the kind of thing you’d like to talk about
It’s the kind of thing that’s normal to do
There in repose by the solidified state
Was the waste of a corpose that was always sometimes late
And they’d never crack a can open the way the case was
Even the detectives thought their coffee tasted a tad of fuzz
But the cashier turned them away in exhaustion
Found out the old abatement was just more precaution
So sculpt of a dagger and tired of the bone
Stayh away from that ractious phone