Time Out from Time

Time Out from Time

Neon motels grin like
fireflies in bright rows
of equidistant allure—long
haul fatigue lag has set in
behind the fuck off eyewear.

It’s off the cuff interludes
from location scout road tripping;
foraging for other places
not yet inhabited or understood.

I’ve embroidered furniture
with nightcaps & slim volumes
of retro syntax—going over
each line with chilled cans
& éclairs in unfamiliar light.

My retrospective in full swing
for the time being—quietly zoning
out to the music of harbour lights.

©️Orion Foote, 2022