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.
Fidelity in overdrive
The oh side was o so bright
They paved over the velvet backyards
And then came the hydrangea highways
The affluent dropped their guises off at the dry cleaners
And took their porsches to the side ways
There were no turning points at the forks
The roads only got sharper at the turns
And the pikes grew cold
There was no clean water no froth
The broth was overdone and so the cooks were shot
They placated all the musicians at the strip clubs so they’d stick to the tunes
The sheets of paper turned the skies red
So now the revolution’s overdue
Somebody started the underground up again and it all caved in
Nobody let loose on the demolition man
So they all stayed in
Part of the prophetic nature of the elven stances
Got the necromancers begng for the witches’ backs
But they huntin’ on corposes long fished up
Long lflesh gone
Long bread dunk
The ardour of the amateur nations come bleating for the grass
They stayed the little girl who didn’t want to be a lass
Now ain’t it a nightmare the freakish bloat grows
Cancer stricken statures
And the statues froze
Ain’t it a funny thing how the clamour clucks by
They bang on your windshield
But snow don’t dry
So what’s in the cake that you let them all eat
No kind of poison makes we sleep
Be by godders you have no throne
Run through your untamed a hair their combs
AThe comments passed have them jealous for it all
They can’t dread so they lock your bones
They block your tones
Ain’t it a funny thing
Ain’t it a funny thing