
Marginalia
The slice and burn
of a bright sized jangle
is the perfect din.
It teases the dead from
their hard won sleep
in these sorry days,
where it seems
only the ruined can
console their own.
Here comes the jittery
part to rattle the cells &
douse the swollen nerves.
It’s a struggle
to the surface when
I can’t recall the facts.
Though I suspect it’s
the echo of a collective
clicking of tongues
firing my inclination
to whittle away the hours
in a fumble of words.
©️Orion Foote, 2021