paper

The paper was smooth
like a woman's back
I could not stop
feeling it
with my hands
I wanted
to cover it
with words
my words
my love
me.




April 30, 2009 AKW

it was what it was

it was to write

as you saw

and felt

it was your mother

speaking

at a table

by the water

it was a distant

father

being the awkward

other guy

it was the complete

disorderly

sequence of events

it was

what it was

a death of plan

a return

to the very core

of philosophical questioning

a moment

of silence

hurrying everything up

like a motherfucker.

akw

4/21/09

broken conversation

the hypocrisy of my words
was not at first
apparent to you
in fact
you may never have heard me at all
saving yourself
and myself
a great deal of time
there will be no
marriage
of fire and earth
no tortured sense
of wonder
there will not be discovered
a great mansion
of artifacts
plucked from our lands
our minds our hearts
the horizon
is only the horizon
perhaps
you heard me
whispering
in those few broken seconds
maybe
you saw my lips moving.


March 9th, 2009 akw

bones

felt like it had been
twelve hours or more
since
I let my shoulders down
bunched up
like an old woman
I finally
let it down let it out
let it go
and released into the pen
and the paper
and the music
and the lamp
surrounding me with a soft light
felt
my lungs open up
and allow air
to move freely about
I was no longer
inside
a cage of bones.

April 4, 2009 akw