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
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Kororo Lights
Kororo Lights(Haiku) In stillness you glow,Like ever vigilant guards;Lone witness at night ©️ Orion Foote
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”
Flying Home
Flying Home We’re leaving this place;these kaleidoscope nights that burn in loud neonabove Times Square after dusk. Time can blur the lines,like hearts & fleshthat yearn for ways throughthe blare of yellow taxis;through a maze of noise,groping alone in the darkfor each other. Frazzled by waking hours,dragging feet with humidthoughts down broad avenues;our silence reverberatingContinue reading “Flying Home”
Flash Bulletins
Flash Bulletins In joining up the pixels,my senses throbon high tech alert. These fibre optic days,despatches travel as quick as light.They bounce back at us from autocues – starchedanchors in wardrobe glossrelay them in HD vignettes. The morning brought plasmaupdates & widescreen data;issued a warning – tingled like the intro to Strawberry Letter 23.Tonight, theContinue reading “Flash Bulletins”
Where Stories End & Dreams Begin
Where Stories End & Dreams Begin(Choka for Fran)) You wrap the night’s breathin ivory sheets with stars;in monochrome dreamsof wild Gypsophila snow. You hear words spokenin the language of a mothertongue, that knows the layof the landscape in night’s pall. Moonbeams shoot the breeze. By morning, a grateful sundotes on gilded braids;coaxing highlights, like dawn’sContinue reading “Where Stories End & Dreams Begin”
Last Call at Shangri-la
Last Call at Shangri-la(Tanka) Solar fireball shrinksinto a fluorescent dusk;he knows how to mixa Caribbean cocktailin layers of ochre crush. ©️Orion Foote
Chinese Brandy
Chinese Brandy (for Mary) A company of cicadasmake their entry on cue,chatting with the slow surgeof wind music – pushing insmall waves over the surfaceof oak leaves whispering like Cantonese chimes. It’s as good a place as anyto wash up—the last lightshe’ll ever see shoots througha backroom window with a softlanding on pressed white linen.Continue reading “Chinese Brandy”
Encryptions
Encryptions If only I could recordthe inner workings at nightin 4K pristine transfer—microchips working sensory overtime,burning disc to disc inshimmers of HD excellence. The nights carry stacks ofneuro abstraction data ripefor the picking—teemingwith oddly familiar facesthat still retain their senseof uncertainty; where youthfulsensations and heightenednerves stand at glass doors withwhite doves and jackhammers. ©️Orion Foote,Continue reading “Encryptions”
Knocking Off
Knocking Off There’s a daily air of I toldyou so that comes with everyshift—spacing out on the job overpotato chips and fake news. They even got their claws intomy fine tuned lyrics once,but they need perfect pitchto know the difference betweenbergamote and mandarin—notfine tooth combs for removingwax or dead cell plaquefrom static cotton wool lugs.Continue reading “Knocking Off”
Visions of Orion Poetry 