Remixing the Outtakes
It was like turning the house
upside down – rifling through
the lost & found in search
of optic enhancements, only to find
them lounging on my forehead;
propping up the frontal lobes
singing I told you so through a mic.
I had forgotten how to roll
with shadows; like a shot southpaw
with retinal failure – his sinister hand
stabbing at diversion & quicksilver.
These days it’s somehow enough;
like learning how to dream – plodding
over snowdrifts through day’s
blinkered light. Fine tuned antenna
eavesdropping on high alert.
Warm digits champing at the bit.
©️Orion Foote
Visions of Orion Poetry 