April Closer

Greetings, all. How was yer month of April? Seems I'd gone AWOL again there. But alas, I've come back - declaring my return as usual. So how the hell are you all? How is the River Man, you ask? Peachy keen, actually. Normally I'd be dripping with sarcasm when I say that, but I'm serious this time! I've been feeling pretty good lately. Back on track, and all that jazz.
I'm not too happy with the direction my word is heading, but that is only because of what I've been reading/listening to. Many poets don't realize the influence everything around them has on their work. That Sexton-tribute that preceded this post was written while I was on a confessionalism binge. To be honest, I really love that piece. I'll have to tweak it a bit, see if I can't make it a bit smoother around the edges.
Yes, onto the more recent pieces. I'm going to purposely omit one that I've posted elsewhere because, upon further inspection, it needs too much work to see the light of day. The following, however, I enjoyed writing because it allowed me to delve back into the life of one of my favorite characters - William Purtell. Enjoy.

Mother

Such sour scented women
you surround yourself with, Will.

Clumsy bags of sunshine,
mother used to say
with little in the way of explanation.

"Who needs such frills?"
She'd quip in regard
to her lack of detail.

"The finer reasons why...
those are a divine lot
not intended for man.
Everything you know as truth
is true.
All the rest are lies."