

Her scarlet cloth
adorning hair freshly bathed,
a rain traditional,
pro-bono occurrence, rinsing
after fog's lowered hands have
pulled back the cloudiness of
hibernating clouds, shifting openness
into the private, intimate milieu
required to conduct such
a physical endeavor.
A neighborhood of slants.  Of a silken
skin.  A contoured bridge
forms itself where birds alive in rejoicing
never reveal the malice intent
of talons' sometimes
necessary need.
This is earth, the beautiful.  The undefined
by man's need for green voices, a green
of greed voice, a greed in the hiding
sophistry contaminating the thoughtless,
with cunning abbreviations of why this
tree should exist, untainted.

Abstraction, a term of disillusion.
Abstraction
                          an interpretation
                                                                 mis
-under
-stood
within
                          an ear's occurrence
                                                                              blending
altered shapes, (shapes of a different arrival)
collapsing onto an eye
creating
                          semblance
of a definitional
                                        want to mend, sew
the missing thread
                                        of actual existence,
but positioned beyond the fingers'
immediate
                          mediocre
touch.

Blood,
                          bright as a light's body
lying still atop a stained-glass
depiction
                          dressing walls
of a church's silence, opaque to onlookers, silent against
their own listening.
                                        Whose body,
broken, a living stem
stung
                          into a limping
stroll
             to
destinations
                                        now
unsure,
                     travels
                                        can maintain energy
to complete the burgeon
of the mind's explicit
                                                                 want?
Above the drool of dripping blood,
a flock of trees
serenades
                                        the lying still.
Hymnal in color,
voices, a calm lake
detached
                          from the shadow carving
shapes
conjured after their body has left
contaminated, unremitting mirrors.
Felino Soriano (California) is a case manager working with developmentally and physically disabled adults.  He is the editor of the online journal, Counterexample Poetics, which focuses on International interpretations of experimental, philosophical, post-postmodern, and avant-garde poetry, art, and photography.  He is the author of five chapbooks and e-books, including Among the Interrogated (BlazeVOX [books], 2008) Feeling Through Mirages (Shadow Archer Press, 2008) and Calling Toward Clarity (Chippens Press, 2009).  He also has a mini-chapbook forthcoming from Wheelhouse Magazine.  The internal collocation of philosophical studies with classic and avant-garde jazz explains his poetic stimulation.  Website: FelinoSoriano.com






















