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