Sebastian Priotese Poems

I look at the moon
and I see your back
arched like a cello string
broken in staccato.
...

You dress up your nicobar-goddess with wings
of stained glass, in corals, in shells,
in lilac stems and shake off the sidereal
aurora from her nocturnal butterflies,
...

Ossified by eons,
you dream imperfection's white noise
and the maddening drone of the
eternal brokenness,
...

You sleep with eyes wide open
like the saints mutilated by brushes
on the walls of the nave.
She dances in the light bulb
...

If I would have had a grain
Of authority in this world,
Be it even as a poet,
I would have made an international
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When you laughed,
The rivers of light
From your eyes filtered
Through your eyelashes
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Tombe dans les phantasmes
Comme il
Corbeaux dans
La poubelle,
...

Cohen knows squat about
Depth, I assure you.
A kiss is as deep as the
Nethermost circle
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Sing to me,
Third requiem.
Sing yourself unto me, requiem,
For this is an ecumenical sadness,
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I don't know if it's because
I'm alone or because
You're an icy sun where my heart used to be.
But the world without you
...