In a Manner of Speaking It’s a faux sleep that brings onrapid eye contortions witheach ghostly hour of the newmorning, where I break surfaceto battle with semanticsbetween salvoes and broadsides. On intermittent days, youand I are swallowed whole bythe lugubrious crawl of time;by the authorship of saidclauses that dot the margins ofour own ill definedContinue reading “In a Manner of Speaking”
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re. My Annotations
re. My Annotations It was probably the skeletaltremor of Stipe’s refrain inthe outro that split the rock. Like the eye catcher catchesthe eye or the fisherman fishes,there’s only one thing for it. A distilling of sound rightdown to the letter with chisel;imploding under itself likethe fossilised echo of silence. ©️Orion Foote, 2022
Pre Coffee
Pre Coffee An illusory palettecrops the arc of treetopsoutside my bedroomwindow this morning. All skywards and yonderbound in its curvedtrajectory, reaching it’sblunt apex before slowly dipping low like a dab handlimbo dancer en route tothe stone latticework below,where Saturday morning shoppers dodge the crispbillows of wheezing chill;fossicking ad lib for theirown weightless pots of gold.Continue reading “Pre Coffee”
Fire & Ice at Graziano’s
Fire & Ice at Graziano’s He tumbles from the deepgurgle of an idling chariot,slinks away into the balmy blue of night with a shimmy;all shuffle and spin as heturns on a dime, pops the air & slides on over—like it’s show time in Vegasunder the din of light. Tonight he will drink alone;torpid dreams ofContinue reading “Fire & Ice at Graziano’s”
The Ventriloquist
The Ventriloquist I’m calling bullshiton his autism spectrumbillboard monologue.It’s a bunch of millennialclaptrap, probably dishedout by some post gradchardonnay quaffing Instagramqueen from behind her ergonomicallydesigned Scandinavian desk,with one eye on the clock andthe other on her notifications.That neuro diversity hokum getshurled around these dayslike a fistful of M&M’sat a 5 year old’s birthday party.It’s nothingContinue reading “The Ventriloquist”
Larkin’s Rolleiflex
Larkin’s Rolleiflex I know you never intended us to see those freeze frames;ghostly 6 x 6 prints singingin a diffused light, that glowsupon damp streets & sentinel trees. Fussing over the light meter,calibrating the phonograph as she mixed you a large gin, her angled cheekbones sweepingthe room like gyrating searchlights. Under cool covers of night,youContinue reading “Larkin’s Rolleiflex”
Gung Ho at The Zeitgeist
Gung Ho at The Zeitgeist I like the photo that you flunglike an aerodynamic frisbeethrough the glow of cyber electrons.It screams of Ultravox and wildgypsophila in Grantchester Meadows. Kids careening drunk through streetlit metal roads, howling like rabid dogslost in the brain fog of a 2am deadzone, after shooting our lot over tablesdoused in fireContinue reading “Gung Ho at The Zeitgeist”
Trouble in Hope Springs
Trouble in Hope Springs In my own defence pro se,let me say it’s not a closed case of cooking the books. Mining for brain fodder on the lunatic fringeis not for the squeamish or tone deaf. Today I’m picking Daffodils;watching them litter grief stricken pages with glee. Tomorrow, I’ll conjure screedsof smoke & shadows toContinue reading “Trouble in Hope Springs”
Carpark Monologue
I’m beginning to relate tothe liquid pulse of Faure’s tempo: the persistent hum of words thatthreaten to gate crash the showat any minute with their usedcar salesman’s pitch and patter. I thought of cracking openthe promising Tempranillo fromLogrono and watching that JimJarmusch movie again with the Brieand pâte from last nights fiasco, untilI remembered IContinue reading “Carpark Monologue”
Classroom Windows
Classroom Windows I can’t remember it word for word.Not from preface to epilogue and allpoints in between, but I know you would have smiled or maybecried; torn out the page andpinned it to your cluttered dresser. That poem from your last yearbookwith the glossy yellow cover that younever held in your celestial hands. How IContinue reading “Classroom Windows”
Visions of Orion Poetry 