Blues from Surrey
It’s a refinement of
aural linguistics with
a hint of chicanery.
Think torso extensions—a
flagrant third arm swoops
with meta particles running
the fusion ecstasy gamut.
Blades of metal tear
at delirium, as the grin
widens behind aviator shades.
It’s microtonal chaos, delivered
like pointillist warfare at
murmuring heartbeats;
he spits cascades of brain
matter over diamond dust.
©️Orion Foote, 2022
Visions of Orion Poetry 