William ALLEGREZZA
hallowed
working from the press
wood falling acres unknowing
finding traces back to the beautiful thing
but lost among canned goods like so many other signal placements
still in distant cities
children line the streets and do not ask for forgiveness
as rocks fly or their mothers run headlong into fire
documents pile
in rooms hotels health clubs
and are not burning but are stacked neatly
so that one forgets connection
"i had no one to turn to when i was raped"
on the way to work
i stop to admire the freeway construction
before pulling off at my exit
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radical extension
under bridges free summersaults
toxic birdcages automobiles headed for birmingham
like cites of inevitable release
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utterance
"he puts his finger in the toaster
and it burns"
some god screams on the highway
as though history is a corner
replayed over and over with bats and bars
we come to purity through desire
she contemplates the final call as the building collapses
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comfort
as if amphion
rests
with children
in streets
agents splatter teeth
and nails on
open walkways
of distance
as if
an equation of equal parts
is a haven
from x-ray
vision