Everything He Didn’t Say You never walked with Lorcaover dusty roads – amongstthe fresh morning twang of oranges bathed in rain,or stood your ground to returnfire with blue flames that burn the skin of beating palms.You never planted your feetin dirt beneath a choleric sun, or turned your face to the skyto listen with ringingContinue reading “Everything He Didn’t Say”
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Returns
Returns(for Bill) Slit eyed cherub marks time;drills his heels like a drunkenflamenco dancer – arm in armwith snare & hi-hat bluster. He’s shouting at thunder;swiping at air with steel batonin the purge of a moonlit hour. Merlin’s on stilts with menaceand puffed cheeks – gangly armsslash & grind, swinging overthe din of hammers. Fingers bouncingContinue reading “Returns”
Winter Swing
Winter Swing In this house & on this street,I heard you once;strumming bespoke chordsthrough an open sash window.They hung like snowflakesin the timid light,fell through black holeswith a handful of stars— in search of a cadencethat would ring true. And nocturnal showersthrew down in sympathy,had a damn good howlas I carried the tune,entertained it–unpacked itbarContinue reading “Winter Swing”
Blues from Surrey
Blues from Surrey It’s a refinement ofaural linguistics with a hint of chicanery.Think torso extensions—aflagrant third arm swoopswith meta particles runningthe fusion ecstasy gamut.Blades of metal tearat delirium, as the grin widens behind aviator shades.It’s microtonal chaos, deliveredlike pointillist warfare atmurmuring heartbeats;he spits cascades of brainmatter over diamond dust. ©️Orion Foote, 2022
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