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.
Water down
These boards bore no floors
In the godown they creak on the opiate odors
If the tittle tattle caricatures have to be conniving
The smatter of vanilla on the saliva’s aliving
So far the capacity got grabbed and torn apart
For the artisture the caveman came and judged your art
What you thought was pristine was vibrant
Your purity’s a lie and your temerity is silent
The tongue twists sarcastically
Or is it just the accent?
Could you not catch the waves in the voice
The elastics
Or would you rather have it sharp
Jawline ascending
The crisper the produce
The more luscious the ending
I think you demand too much from sensibilities
your pride is the funniest thing
Since fire taught you melting
Dust off your cobwebs your shoe tar
Pull out the boot
It’s so far up
Even the chimney sweep said
Shoot!
I’m afarid your well being isn’t at stake
But your blind paywalls and your laminated stakes
Take it all away
Find your religious rebirth
Chalk it up in a receipt
To idiocy dressed up as mirth
Waggle off your jawline’s descending
If the crap you believed were so good
It’d be manure
So stop pretending