After the Wrap Call it the hypnotic pullof icicles holding courton a frigid window pane.It’s like watching time dissolveinside a Rothko expanse;a wordless haikuthat requires no translationin any known language. A speechless actordoesn’t need subtitleswhen zoning out with eye clouds;It’s a final print in empathy.A quiet affirmationof all that is understoodthrough the hushed crescendoof time’sContinue reading “After the Wrap”
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On Awakening
On Awakening(Tanka) Kiki scans pagesof morning’s feline gazette.She nose tracks lettersin earth scented light columns;marks time shoveling fur dew. ©️ Orion Foote
Postcards from Kobayashi
Postcards from Kobayashi(Haiku Chain) Your rabid fire songfades – a dull yellow echoof bilious hues. Leering clouds obscureour prime source – I catch their drift;hours shrink like burnt leaves. I sweep charred ashesof warm smiles into crisp wind;time sings rubato. Portrait with skylinesleeps darkly in foxed pages;a digital ghost. Hushed low strung murmursrecede into winter’sContinue reading “Postcards from Kobayashi”
Autumn Trinity
Autumn Trinity(Three Haiku) Your rabid fire songfades in yellow echoesof withered sad hues. I sweep charred embersof warm smiles to crisp four winds;knowing time runs true. In subdued transit,we bathe in quiet longing;pine for scorched kisses. ©️ Orion Foote
Editing Natural Selection
Editing Natural Selection I secretly enjoy the rigmarole:it’s like self medicating on words after arcane dental work,or playing devil’s advocatefor a mixed marriage betweena CNN reporter & a Russian diplomat. I’m bent over foul papersat three in the afternoon – shufflingarbitrary shorthand symbols,until it’s time to tango; time to startdropping liquorice in the snow. AtContinue reading “Editing Natural Selection”
Well Meaning
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”
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”
Visions of Orion Poetry 