Locked Out

Locked out
Again
Pounding

On the table

Peering through the dark

Display

Do they know it’s me
Out here

In here

In the cold

Rummaging

Through my brain

For the keys,
Lost

Are those silly
Passwords

I can hear the rolling tumblers

words, numbers,
words, words, numbers

Combinations, clicking

Under my thoughts

Couldn’t give the neighbor
A spare

Anyone know a

Digital

Locksmith?

The magic words

Must be

working
If they’re

secret

Even to me

All Ye Who Enter Here

Hell superimposed.

Downtown reflection meets Dante-inspired Art Prize piece "The Inferno (From Ashes)"

April Showers

monstrous rain drops
of right angles,
sharp to touch
revolving, falling
through light and air
shimmering,
plummeting slowly
quickly
one smooth plane
—smashed! and shattered
to razor-sided chunks
dangerous and hard
fragile and transparent
cracked, crunchy, tinkling
beautifully
but broken

crashing and cracking
swept and ground
refired
refined
reformed
reframed
refracting light
oh, glass of souls
souls of glass
broken
becoming
beautiful