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Felino Soriano
Trumpet's Many Tongues # 29

—after Two Faced – Miles Davis



Everyday a broken mirror. Shards
delight, slice wrists. Of the angles
who in embodiment of volution bodies,
evaporate, landing elsewhere,
the recommended fitting of halos
atop angels' sensational
auras. Social climate heated within
societal deeds, the body develops
anti toward reflection-study, space ties
a noose around accurate renditions. Avenues
suppose entrances into figurative abodes,
forest for melancholy desires, mansion
for the studier of gluttony, possible
intake of atmospheric vertigo. Turmoil
commits to its term of routine disembodiment,
allowance though to levitate above
barbed faculties, many hoard in the happiness
to proclaim masked reality.



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Trumpet's Many Tongues # 30
—after Mantra – Terrence Blanchard


A page of sympathy spread
evenly, the lettered aridness
constraints emotional latitude
transcending the child dissonance
echoing malnutrition, the missing
and (his) elderly. Connective tissue,
spiraled envelope leading toward mis
-calculated prophecy, commotion first
sans the ability to conjure metaphoric
aliveness. Construction of ladders
scaling the back of neo-critical voices
swimming the mind canal and former
sincerity. Without signification of
complete familial skeleton,
mind toward absence fulfills
dispositional nuances, climbing down
steps of disaccord, subsequent
malfunction.



Trumpet's Many Tongues # 31
—after Indian Summer – Chet Baker




Orange documents falling,
sun hands drafting
intuitive angles across leaf
landscapes, veins and stem
swaying: the body convulsing
prior to death entering the smooth
skin of soul's reenactment. Proposed
body language recites verbatim
heat circling, humid openness
clapping to dragonfly rhythms,
pulsing. Translucent film
lifted to reveal fingers of time
walking atop lakes of crystallized
invention. Soon, cold
isolates itself into the marvelous
room of reinvention, earth spins
into white sifting through clogged
breathing, sky lowers slightly
onto the sights and scents of
yearly ending.






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