Saturday 4 June 2022

Three Poems by William Allegrezza

 


Bartering in the Square

 

i sit in a

year no longer my own

while

outside faces shift into

heroic sad angry masks that fall

away.

 

in some version we understand how

heartbreak is a distance between

two attached strings that grow taut and

snap but now

we run through rain to escape.

 

beyond us

pigeons gather by

a chair on a street corner where

someone half crazed forgets

to care about our political

delusions. 

 

these notes you carry

are welcome for all to take.

 

 

Treeline

 

the ditch is nearer

in my dream as you walk away,

copper sun or scarlet sea,

lost door keys, the hour badly spent, dripping

from a sea-journey to a highway.

i want to die (what do you want?)

barely tolerated, living on the margin,

exchanging masks and shuffling

beads on a rod.

your eyes inaccurately spot the line

that I whisper and take.

(what did i know of waters rushing past

of all the things our father tried to teach us?)

love is a naked

when it grows wild. 

 

 

 Flag, Rug

 

When the flag bearers

ask you to gather your

goods for barter, just

remember that they

have been lying to

people for so long

that they don’t remember

which horn holds the

truth. Look at their

rug, dismiss it, and eat

up, for tomorrow more

will follow, and you

will need to decide.  

 

 



William Allegrezza edits the press Moria Books and the webzine Moss Trill, and he teaches at Indiana University Northwest. He has published many poetry books, including Step Below: Selected Poems 2000-2015, Stone & Type, Cedar, Ladders in July, Fragile Replacements, Collective Instant, Aquinas and the Mississippi (with Garin Cycholl), Covering Over, and Densities, Apparitions; two anthologies, The City Visible: Chicago Poetry for the New Century and La Alteración del Silencio: Poesía Norteamericana Reciente; seven chapbooks, including Sonoluminescence and Filament Sense (Ypolita Press); and many poetry reviews, articles, and poems. He founded and curated series A, a reading series in Chicago, from 2006-2010.

 

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