Well Meaning His words evaporate like fogin mid morning on leaving his mouth.I’d love to drop a fewmicro hints over a lager or twowith him – quickly avert my gaze,so as not to assume pontiff.It would be over in a brief episode;as quick & as painlessas a flick of the scalpel. I’d pass him aContinue reading “Well Meaning”
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Book of Hours
Book of Hours For an infinite secondthere are two of her; a bathing suited twinhovers over shifting rippleslike a saucy double exposure. Bullets of light shoot holesthrough skin—piercing herdoppelgänger in lunch hours blaze. The watery canvas dissolves;waves distort her gapingmouth – threaten to devourmy parched eyeballs. ©️Orion Foote, 2023
Rediscovered Episode
Rediscovered Episode I moon over skin gradients.Digits probe – bluff their way,like it’s my debut night foray on a fretless bass without dots. Audio gibbers – it tracks the actionin a blow by blow commentary,like a satellite voyeur on heat. The universe falls apart – justfor a while – until it returnsto pick up whereContinue reading “Rediscovered Episode”
On One’s Arrival
On One’s Arrival No doubt you seem bug eyedas you wash ashoretowards starched sentinelsof five borough hives. Your hopeful flesh cutsthick air in quick stridesover silent ones below,who dream through another lensin the full light of dark and who cannot see us. Trundling forward with hopecarved from brownstone rock;your eyes swallowed wholelike the hours inContinue reading “On One’s Arrival”
Remixing the Outtakes
Remixing the Outtakes It was like turning the houseupside down – rifling throughthe lost & found in searchof optic enhancements, only to findthem lounging on my forehead;propping up the frontal lobessinging I told you so through a mic. I had forgotten how to rollwith shadows; like a shot southpawwith retinal failure – his sinister handstabbingContinue reading “Remixing the Outtakes”
Timely Entrance
Timely Entrance Bleating telephone bellsshook my eyelids – threw backthe covers & screamed in morning’sover exposed high key racket,like a sharp rap on the front doorafter a late night blunt in reverse. The awkward stench of fading organstook issue with the sickly sweetof her perfume – it threatenedto break the ice. His head tiltedback onContinue reading “Timely Entrance”
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”
On Turning Pages
On Turning Pages It’s a search for mislaid memories; minutiae lost & found hiding amongst porous pages born of earthly tree rings. Charred insignia hunkered down in tight groupIngs of odd rank & file. The eye a step ahead of every letter; oblivious to the crawl of slow hands turning cartwheels – locked in time.Continue reading “On Turning Pages”
Ellis Island Prayer
Ellis Island Prayer She dreams of the curiousgaze from another’s eyes.The slow nasal drawlof a foreign tongue – hardpressed to pronounce a namethat sprouts from bloodiedtree roots of a distant soil.Each minute screams eternityin her solitary hours, a stasisbetween the teeming portalto a new world sanctuary& a glass plate view from abrownstone tenement window. ©️OrionContinue reading “Ellis Island Prayer”
Street Corner Scribes
Street Corner Scribes My psycho geographic beathooks me up with street angels.Icons of the literati’s inner sanctum,such as Shakespeare Walkor Bronte Street dot the city’s heartbeat.They wave at me in hi-viz chalk whitecharacters—pointing this way & that like cryptic runes on traffic point duty. At mornings low tide, I wait for ghost writers & theirContinue reading “Street Corner Scribes”
Visions of Orion Poetry 