Felino A. Soriano- Two Poems

from a wearing of light

Playing catch the soliloquies with my favorite unaltered shadow

i.

                               crooked caw orientation              corvine natural cloth of

angles’

           wearable hands etching shape into

configurable liaisons to understand my broken          inheritance—

a father’s been lavender, to say, left

somewhat to heal as the afterward relives and beehive

frenzy extends exterior to devoted architectural hovering:

the window couldn’t hold well with open dialogue toward ground and the hardened heart it couldn’t soak into malleable alteration

ii.

This surplus of vanishing eyelash curvature.

                   And.

And said the decorative cylinder carrying

                           water to enthrall an hour’s arid

                                                                            retroactive sins.

Each hour

        hangs onto

a predetermined name, plagiarized.

iii.

l a s t                                              night (you) when I found

                                       the 1/3^rd-stain penny paying for luck’s anatomy of broken beliefs

(you) entrusted hovering hands to pivot and not stare in grasping syllables respelling trust; also (you) requested insurance

to gain a fulcrum of sleep and reciprocate         and with a devoted

lean

the body I’ve become

could not burgeon from palms of that moment’s gradated changes

     and

though moon’s always silver

my skin’s tonal rhythms alter when I dance and cannot afford

laughter’s effort to estimate emotion

                                                   

What cannot be told

I heard a brilliant whisper

dispel the enormous trunk of logic.

The whisper waited, oscillated

kaleidoscopic eyes

and redeveloped idea—                   spoke toward a hearing hinged aggregation of ciphering images.

I felt a gift trace and retrace the good side

of my best facial feature.  Warmth.  My body

                                                     learned

as to negate all the scolding

pushed under my youth’s fingernails.

A restraint limited complete

corporeal culmination.        An aspect

of thunder changed upon

birds’ artistic abbreviated etch             unlearn

left an echo

of itself

across the bordering

benefit of my hearing and

approbating lungs

exhaling hope to insure

actuality.

Felino A. Soriano is a poet documenting coöccurrences.  His poetic language stems from exterior motivation of jazz music and the belief in language’s unconstrained devotion to broaden understanding.  His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net anthologies.  He lives in California with his wife and family and is a director of supported living and independent living programs providing supports to adults with developmental disabilities.  Visit felinoasoriano.info for more information.