Felino Soriano Tribute

One poem by Lars Palm
(black & tan)
i.m Felino Soriano
that king of the fields became king of the forest. newly carved runestone for sale to
the highest bidder. seven inspirational tails. or honk when they cross the street. just
in case i didn't know that already. sleeping with a handful of eyes open. in earlier
colonial times an ore was a vagina. charismatic plants & animals make speeches to
each other. many colours cat food. photographic studios studied grammar years
before. that far north being a wolf is a hazardous occupation. the one accepted
theory of national economy postulates a connection. & then they. oh, jeezus. kindly
no guano anywhere near these feet feeling naked as it is. maybe the country is
backward but its security service is not. oh what a little grandmother say the spirits
she claims to call upon. defending the right to resist. into the socket with you. bird
outside, music in a neighbouring apartment. & beware the wolf crying man one too
many times. gunpowder & paper shop. various birds tap dance on the tin roof of
the bike shed. is it any stranger being a surrogate mother than donating a kidney?
wind slowing down looking for a poorly marked sideroad it needs to take. so it was
said then how it would be wiser to wave & to waive your towel to beaches with
stolen sand where the rains remain silent & spring is noisier than last year. which
people does not need to be protected from its regime? the banshee stoned out of her
mind (from boredom she says) was almost hit by their teapot for they aimed
strangely. cairo is a small town. stepping outside with a blow-dryer. how boring
might byron be? give us your body & we'll give you your mind. some old, recently
deceased, relative bequeaths him a very well packaged empty whisky bottle. the
wind is in the willows & the moon is on the wing. lost are the flightless winged
waterfowl wading these shores. or just on vacation. testing toasters boasting new
amazing features. in northeastern japan a massive earthquake & tsunami, in
southern sweden huge lovely hail bouncing off the ground & then boring sleet
followed by sun. what that has to do with any thing is anybody's guess but some
people are rumoured to prefer cupcakes. enlightenment wrapped in a sheet slipped
inside a plastic bag. might not have been that sane this time. dive into the air. make
bubbles of hydrogen. simply put, put the ball in the hole not knowing it's a black
one. how do most tigers really raise their kids? releasing genetically modified
mosquitos to fight dengue fever. once upon a time in the vast expanses of the west
some guns found men on horses. heavy water coming down. mixed with pets. as it
were we waded across the river only to find the other side. but the question is what