IMPROVISATION# 148
LUCIANO CASTELLI'S ART

Androgynous  as a rising
    untested starry light
      catches him/her
as it were with fiery eyes
of the  wintry flaming body
   from the  infamous who pose
in the sun as you deflower
     all the beauty pageants
 into one discolored era
  by leaning
  and learning as an artist
the persistence and distance
         awakened with a match
   from an hour's convenience
   out of a soft armchair at the loft
    directed in an uncontested canvas
in choosing figures to frame
   to paint from an alluring
anonymous dissonance
and grimace of surface canvas
and to a hard or soft frame
 in perpetual ritual
   at face value
  attached with your name
  estranged from a contagion
 of desires,as if
 your art were one long poem
 putting others   to shame
  with attraction
   in a continuum of time
     of a Beckett Endgame
without committing an answer
  bathing nude in the sun
   of bathos pursed on the lips
of the last Russian dancer
    from a sequestered past
    which firms and forms
   into an art portrait
   and naively slips by
your fingers   unwillingly
        from an empathetic direction
  from a handsome skeleton
    into the disordered universe.