#57 Gas

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.


Summer set like it did last year

The one way I know it feels dear

The place of all the weird and the comfortable

The sane and the steady

Have never been so settled and sorted before


And sometimes when the green lights go

I wonder if I should just press harder or the gas

And speed up and trust the motor skills

The ambitions of tendons

It don’t matter if the police catch me

Or if I get ticketed

I’ll have felt the wind blow past


They summer don’t last

Like it’s a sad thing

Waiting for the fall like it’s spiritual sad thing

Rounding up to winter like its a single cuddle sad thing

Whatever’s in the middle is always a bad thing


Always spent your eyesight on the destination

No matter you’re worn down

No mwonder you keeping rubbing them like things need a clean up

You crack your neck

Like it’s a misdemeanour


Hear the children barking up the wrong tree

Like it’s a sad thing

Keep them from falling on their knees

Cause bleeding is a bad thing

How soft do you want that skin to be?

You’re a mad thing


I remember slipping on the pavement

head first scraped my nose

Running from the bus

And now we’re standing on the field

Parking it

Stark naked like there’s a lark

Getting in tune with the anthem

It’s all a sad thing

Never had the kind of resolve to be re-feared

And no amount of accidents can stick the landing


Perhaps there’s some good in the mad thing

Summer don’t last but it always comes back

Just press a little harder on the gas.


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