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.

Needy and needless

Dive in groove within the grooves

Force ways in styrofoam channels

Dirty and devoured by the madness

Jolly for the grieving

Hammer home hammered domes

Zeniths of Pittsburgh

Rocky in dealings tyrants for sour candy

Lay low and pop corn

Movie nights for the wicked

The film reel weeps through its gears

The end credits are bickering for eyed attention

Folly, fucking, and righteous

Quiet go the gestures

Lips sync on reruns

Bittered by the at bats and back stacks

Quell. It’s a misnomer. Iodine drops for past afflictions

Douse eyebrows and cheeks

Rouge and redone

Spigots pour one out

Heaven is a waistband