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.
Revolutionary strings are threadbare and non-adjacent
Elephant marches and shattered teacups
The parlour is animalistic
The diapers are full and the dancers are burning
What paintings card your intuitions
Camera shutters eyes flutter time sputters
Strap ons and third page violations
Wonders of the upper echelons
Come bite sized and dirty
Pointers for highlights and term sheets
That bastard must be disregarded
Revolutionary strings are threadbare and arrogant
Purse clasps and loose flaps
Godly is your aspirational intervention
But screams cannot vibrate the earth
When emperors are comfy, losing sleep in their legs
If only the thrones were transparent