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.