response to glass

Last night's podcast featured his works "glass" and "response to glass". In honor of this (and to get some of the web traffic that searches for those poems will generate) I figured I'd at least post the latter.

response to 'glass'

riddles have wept more than their fair share of the currency of confusion.
a profusion of criticisms, woven by those too shallow, too simple,
too obscure to understand the pure light spectrums split into rosary golds.
flechettes of sunlight dancing like drunken partyers on the walls of fate.
hate, a wooden nickel rate of exchange for the meal eaten too slowly
to be ignored when the last bite is finally choked down like a lover's laugh.
too late for anything but the regrets we said we'd never have. but we control
less than the destiny of the universe, less than our own fates.
and our only response to glass is to look for our own reflections, far too often.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.