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.
She likes the way the lily pads sit there lackadaisically
The way the birds frantically flap through the trees
Some business deal gone wrong. must be some shit sales call
Or do you think they hate the nest and that day’s popular song?
She likes the old lego chess computer game and how they’d die in puffs
Wishes everybody in life would just spontaneously erupt
Not in blood and guts and gore but confetti and fruitella
Thinks that guys are more likely to relate to cinderella
She thinks the colours in chemistry vials are so damn stunning
It’s a pity all the lab coats are white washed and dumbing
A splurge of purple, a bubble or a burst
That’s enough to make you giddy when your environment hurts
She likes rugby over soccer ‘cause it’s a real man’s sport
Get muddied up and lose teeth what’re you even fighting for!
She likes gameboys and shootem ups and finds humour in brains
She finds patterns in the work jungles, the courts of insane