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