" Felino Soriano is a Californian philosophy student and case manager
working with developmentally and physically disabled adults. His
chapbook "Exhibits Require Understanding Open Eyes" was published by
and is available through Trainwreck Press, 2008. The juxtaposition of
his philosophical studies with his love of classic and avant-garde
jazz explains his poetic stimulation. Recent poems appear at
BlazeVOX, Sugar Mule, Unlikely Stories 2.0, Apt, Wilderness House
Literary Review, among others. Visit www.felinosoriano.com for a
complete publication history and for more information."
Trance
Strange world to the unobservant,
the mind blind unimaginative
whose contoured ability to escape
critical thought toward
other than reality, excites, stimulates.
The spider dangling in golden slanted
light, drawing tremors with
truncated hands
holds musicality within paused
excerpts of exerted existential
glistening through open window
functionality. Too the arrow shaped
avifauna overhead
headed directionally for mapped landing
of feeding mannerisms, escape from weather
envelopes. Said of maintaining
sightless interrogation of nearby
manifestations, the mind deteriorates,
finding itself, the egoist explained only within
mirrored paradoxes.
Societal Gap
Word graffiti appeared across a once
silent wall, now shouting à la mode
language images lacking drawings
to depict what the mind of which some ascertain
as Defacer, composed prior within the mind
and ensuing atop the once silent and now
verbalizing wall. Psychologists would
delve into perhaps a childhood intertwining
with now's such behavior,
environmental influences.
The positing wind with faith
our eyes blind to its visible vast
slithering body may howl and perseverate
that the glorified graffiti to a culture
denouncing a culture wanting to hide
a generation wishes only to harmonize
a blend of future with societal
pleasantries.
Partial Entity
Torn the numbness of day's ridicule
clambering against thought process
patterned brought into needling exhaustion,
the mimic up and down sounds like the
exact visual dedicated to the moon spilling
atop the lake's wounded belly.
