Octavia in the Flesh I am the blip on your one eyed radar —a catnip to this neurotic night fever.I am the dirty rubber swing in your rearview mirror – a bullet train;barrelling along at full steam ahead.To kiss the lips of a deathly sunin the maelstrom of morning’s song — La Vie en RoseContinue reading “Octavia in the Flesh”
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Baxter at St Johns
Baxter at St John’s How you fill the armchair:neck & shoulders tilted backwith eyelids falling south;dreaming with every starbeyond our penitent dome. Once drunkard – now poet’s Christ:mouth turned from bitter sponge –how time trembles when voicesshatter the glass night –our words crackling over ice. ©️ Orion Foote
Diary of an Upstart Crow
Diary of an Upstart Crow i To waste the hours without fair reasonIn cakes & ale to drown thy demons‘Tis blackest bile & darkest capeThat stains this light – steals my fate A book of hours – my soul’s delightWhen rancid winds doth blow with spiteIf I should wait until the morrowCelestial skies mine onlyContinue reading “Diary of an Upstart Crow”
The Dead Poet’s Case File
The Dead Poet’s Case File Ok, I admit it:I’m a sucker for anotherburned out poet’s epitaph,but I’m telling you – this isas close to confessionalas it gets around here. I’m warming to her –inclined to take her sidewhile she doublesas reality celeb by dayand muckraker by night –it’s a well devised ruseto throw us offContinue reading “The Dead Poet’s Case File”
Byline from Blacks Point
Byline from Blacks Point Rewind to a church on the rise:we’re making rough cutslike Burroughs & Matisse,getting down to businessoutside on the lawn, where fishingangels catch us unawares.Inside, antiquated minutes baskcover to cover – wheeled outfor a good once over –itching for a footnotein this time weathered collage;our own past turned inanimate,as though in glassContinue reading “Byline from Blacks Point”
Christmas with Emily
Christmas with Emily It is etched on windowsthat I will arrive at the meaningof Winter – scrawled with pencil on antique chocolate wrappers.In feeble long hand blisswe trace fine lines – cutting a dash through New England snow –the long & the short of itkeeping us at arm’s length. Codes in invisible ink humin surroundContinue reading “Christmas with Emily”
Three Prologues
Three Prologues i It’s contagious –swapping energy currenciesinside a faux Havana bar;the grotesque & profanepeering through windowsat Mama San – a lunch hourscrewball comedy – moolahfor spicy rhetoric with a decorthat reeks of name droppings;of circadian rhythms awakened. ii I wonder how he coped –a shrinking Napoleon on St Helena;sketching cherry laurels& japaneseContinue reading “Three Prologues”
Third Act
Third Act At a dawdling tempowe became this scant thing;drifting further from dayswhen clocks went unnoticed,dreaming in colour – far flung like hopeful fishing nets. We tore up the stars,revelled in dark stringsmoaning under night’s cover;their sad arabesques falling in madcap waves– drowning us in song. And your face turning slow;like Muddy Waters in mourning. ©️Continue reading “Third Act”
Codgers Memoir in Twelve Seconds
Codgers Memoir in Twelve Seconds Each day a dog-eared copyof its predecessor–a pixelated imagesaved too often; in other words,a shroud over weathered cobbles. ©️Orion Foote 2023
Codger’s Notebook
Codger’s Notebook Mid-morning Camellias pingunder a muted sundial –Codger notes their progress;his concertina file pregnant with earmarked outtakes. Afternoon chill factors hoveinto view on the horizon –their misty eyed vapours hint at surmised outcomes;all annotations are updated. Dead letters depart on cuetowards a vanishing point –time is beside itself, sunbathing at another empty juncture;all fodderContinue reading “Codger’s Notebook”
Visions of Orion Poetry 