4 Poems

filament

certainty botched
primary procedure
not understood
growing elemental

f
re
eze signal

on stationary

finding eyeplace
for longing

words

the return so uncertain
frozen roads
the snow piled
higher than the cars

what is one but cohering
realizations of self that appear
momentarily before shifting

trees are memory
as is the sound of a train
pulling into Jesi, Italy

as soon as an image arises
its presence fades

our wings blow reality
as ripples on water.

rain

is this the story of what we
cannot know or what we
do not wish to face?

this language that we
work through

escapes us

still i beg the fires to stop
while the sad refrain continues

when my brain is worn
when tides cease
when hands ask for life

rain—i smell rain coming in.

tidal knowing

if in finding the waters still you
do not find peace or insanity,
then you cannot be cured.

shuffle the pieces in a story
and lay them on the table
in random order

“i sing the ancient voyage
the pathway to the dead
and the return with new
vision”

we started to collect ourselves
without advice.

hands covered with dust
in rooms of red and white
with walls covered in daytime.

William Allegrezza teaches and writes from his base in Chicago. His poems, articles, and reviews have been published in several countries, including the U.S., Holland, Finland, the Czech Republic, and Australia, and are available in many online journals. Also, he is the editor of moria (moriapoetry.com), a journal dedicated to experimental poetry and poetics, and the editor-in-chief of Cracked Slab Books (crackedslabbooks.com). His chapbooks, e-books, and books include Lingo, The Vicious Bunny Translations, Covering Over, Temporal Nomads, Ladders in July, Ishmael Among the Bushes, Fragile Replacements, and In the Weaver’s Valley.