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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From a Valley Pew
From a Valley Pew Let the sky’s breathtell it’s ancient story –it will remain herelong after we have left;after a horn player’s lipshave turned the night blue –calling a different tuneas summer grass fades. Listen to the clatterof children – teethrattling like castanets –treading barefoot over stonesthrough icy water;my page gathering wordslike morning flowers –leavesContinue reading “From a Valley Pew”
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”
Radio Budapest
Radio Budapest(for Eva) Listen – an ancient tremoris shifting the landscape;teasing the waveswith her dark barcarolle.She’s gathering starsand sinking to baseline;the static of Radio Budapestcrackling inside her throat. In the voice of anothershe’s as still as a frog –wrinkled fingers entwinedover dark pleated skirt,head bowed & weightedaway from the light –her eyes cutting my wordsintoContinue reading “Radio Budapest”
Coming Home at Dusk
Coming Home at Dusk How faint the echoesof a loaded boomboxbelting out its metallic grind.Every deadbeat voice in townwould have been proud;delirious over the soundof a prodigal son – coming homein combat boots sinking under a naked sky.Making a scene with the tide – shaking your fist at the rainopen throated like your father;howling blueContinue reading “Coming Home at Dusk”
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”
A Child’s Winter Show
A Child’s Winter Show Your voice receded like the sun – it fellbehind shadowed hillswith winter’s deft touch. The hours came – left usas slow as slow could be,drifting over blue dodgems and fever pitched furore. I wanted to reach upwith frozen hands, pullthe sunglasses from your eyesand watch the rain crying over toffee apples.Continue reading “A Child’s Winter Show”
Conjuring You in Daylight
Conjuring You in Daylight I lit up in remembrancewhen you called out.How foreignly familiarthe sound of one’s own namewhen spoken by another –it leapt through your mouthas a linguistic curve-ball. Once, you turned bedfellows with skateboards into Gods,wrapped in musky sheets –still damp with night’s balmand stale ginger wine. A sleazy mannequinstood vigil – loneContinue reading “Conjuring You in Daylight”
The Ventriloquist
The Ventriloquist It’s contagious –all this spirit writing.Voices from the other sidebreathing down my neckevery five minutes – buttoned upin starch & lace – lips pursed,sharing a private joke in silence. The familiar surgeof unexpurgated words,exploding like glassinside the cranial suite –overturning tableslike Jesus on a bender;hammering home the pointand he doesn’t care who knowsContinue reading “The Ventriloquist”
Arriving on Set
Arriving on Set Wild perennials sing into a blue sweetness– hard pressed for wordsto describe this mettle;this ever present lightthat sings true in time. To whisper amongst Japanese Snowballs on parade– a rampant sun breathing down my neckin morning’s renewal; voices rising inside melike a Kabuki chorus in flight. ©️Orion Foote
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