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”
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Everything He Didn’t Say
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”
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”
Incoming
Incoming I return to thisplace on the cuspof a pitch perfectsegue into summer,swiping at echo loopswith a net in thismorning’s velvet light;poised & ready to swoop on sudoku beatsat the snap of a twig. ©️Orion Foote
Dinner with Sebald
Dinner with Sebald Rapid eye gymnasticsin deep focus cut toa table setting; belowspiky palm silhouettesnear a Key West shoreline. I’m picking at Bavarianbrain cells over calamariwith lashings of tartare& lemon. Knocking backa bright Rosado as he waxes of post war hangovers jostling with a yacht rock soundtrack. Moon coloured foamseethes under a Nor’Westerly breeze surfingContinue reading “Dinner with Sebald”
Plainsong on Black Keys
Plainsong on Black Keys In mornings feeble tones,the belligerent lighthouseplays hide & seek withlilac bushels of cloud fluff.Barbie pink petals falllike day-glo showersover a sea green sedan.A furtive semi brève crawls through the gapof the drivers window.It hovers like a tuningfork, turning overin mid song, as I chipaway at soft moundsof snow – pushing silentlyagainstContinue reading “Plainsong on Black Keys”
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
Time Out from Time
Time Out from Time Neon motels grin likefireflies in bright rows of equidistant allure—longhaul fatigue lag has set inbehind the fuck off eyewear. It’s off the cuff interludesfrom location scout road tripping;foraging for other placesnot yet inhabited or understood. I’ve embroidered furniturewith nightcaps & slim volumesof retro syntax—going overeach line with chilled cans & éclairsContinue reading “Time Out from Time”
Low Heroes & the Lodger
Low Heroes & the Lodger Let’s not talk of DJ’s or of blackouts.I’m breaking glass & crashingthrough iron doors at Hansa witha loaded Luger & a bunch of wonderfulpeople—all teeming with silent problems.We’ll scrawl bright red graffiti & nailit all down to a nouveau art millennium. I’m sick of this rotting wine; the lustfulglances inContinue reading “Low Heroes & the Lodger”
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
Visions of Orion Poetry 