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.
I like it when there are Webbles in my shoes
I think muddied knees rule
Jumping between goalposts and sweating like a fool
I like the high the kind that gets you all smiley
I like the cry that gets you all righty
I prefer broken teeth and numb chinsEspecially when you don’t look like a bruiser
But you still the type to win
I like it when the lights go out
Silence is a better critic than a hundred fucking loudmouths
I like the lack of company aso you focus on it all
I like the rush and the intermittent stalls
I like the paranoia
The submerged estates
The flakes and the perseveres
And the ones that feel like mistakes
I like the daisies and the dainty too
They are pretty nasty if you take them for pretty fools
I like the munchers and the soft spoken raters
They the ones who never turn out to be betrayers
I like the wire benders
And the fire enders
The sightseers
The disbelievers
The fruitful mirth’s
The drunken birthers
The barstool philosophers
Who question everything in their stupid ways
You don’t take them seriously
But their absurdity makes your day
I like the fliers a lot
They’re reinventing right on the spot
I love the liars they always give you a task
And once you see through them
They’re always at bat
I like the misreads and the pranked constants
They’ll have a laugh on the ground and lay there an absorb it
I like the one for all and the all for ones
The damned unions and the dreadful sons
The sneaky daughters fiwarring with the night
Better than any backstreet brawlers
Get them on your side
I like the lakers and the haters through and through
They all about this and all about drool