Featured Poets: William Allegrezza and Simone Muench

A Villanelle 

I have undone our bent decision laughing sadly 
between wind and wound, the day pitches down.
We are a replicating setting devoid of greenery,

with hoes, tropes, and our mass machinery
with licensed language but without listening we drone.
I have undone our bent decision laughing sadly 

as though to speck electric and forgo our power medley
we divine to be verbs but end up as proper nouns.
We are a replicating setting devoid of greenery,

trying through the days’ languor to talk avidly
of words settling among sheets slipped facedown,
the stillness undone, our bent decision laughing sadly.

An embryonic engineering; an abracadabra of absently
searching the haphazard circuitry of words.  Yes, this brown
field is a replicating setting devoid of greenery,

a discord of clouds at our throats, a soured creamery
left hastily for the rush of law, of light, of renown.
Still moving with our bent decision laughing sadly, 
we replicate settings devoid of greenery.






she

she enter it  she affair it she apprehend it she après ski it
she having known it      is beyond       into being    light
into listlessness of she  listen in as she whittles  & splits
overheard the stifling voices   she  shatter  she writ of right

she save us from the undertown of the Pontchartrain
with bone   she ravage   react   ah, sweet throaty open   
river corridors, fill us up with your considerate champagne
spilling open the meniscus   over streets   into   she ocean   

she devoted    she reignites     in doing so,  burns the scrim
the dancers scattering beyond the sparks          she panthers  
into uninhabitable dimness       she shimmies her phantom limb
as cloud,   climb    to state   unto this    she matters

she alphabetizes        she vanishes in acts of three
burning the smoke tree  sea   she instant  she  the will to be

          





©2009 William Allegrezza and Simone Muench