Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Felino A. Soriano- Poetry


Of this Momentum Song (twenty-three)

    Near here, death has occurred—
 we cannot move through
  it: we flail   we shadow  
                        we
    become what haunts
  in the language of
     discontent’s motive.
                     A
       family has fallen
  a handful of desires
   have been interrup
 -ted   what was built
                     is
 crumbling by hands
  whose memory will
not recall strength
   and partition   or
                   within
 now where do survivors
envelope what wants
   to hold and designate
  (as to not fraction
     emotion) emblems
                    of
skin and the purpose
 flesh has on the whole
   -ness of experiential
  acclimation, —what
      hides is more so
 promises than more than
  language unfastening
   at the hinge level
     of labels’ cursed
                   interpretations…

       but what is level is
  cursed: each handmade
   ghost assembles
    grayed language   blued
 to show cultural contact
                         a

sadness is future   over
 -whelming what plagiarizes
 mourning, an emotional
insertion of others’
  paranormal motives   why
                       when
    why then do so many
   fall without faint   but
      with full absence
                   their

   mouths are inactive
  bees, tamed, tired an
     eclipse of
                                   missing

     agony’s misguided

                         grimace

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