William Allegrezza
2 Poems
gathered at the edge
as ice as
round men gathered
in discrete rooms
through which we
understand their
story
is
something other
in motion
here
and the lies of placement
like guitar cords or
tabletops in gray
are stacked on a wallfor the ocean
is a doorstep
where the black ram
is laid
and where
crystal does not
ache for anything~ ~ ~
the accusation of
periodic tables
on a ledge of light in dallas“heretofore I am not I
nor you nor we”when
the walls crack
to show
remnants of earlier designs
where celebration is an
accident of angles
catapulting the memory
into oranges or fishes
tucked into cliffs on
unknown shores or
rivers where the
skid began
and boats gatheredshecouldhavebeenanythingelse