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”
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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”
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”
Visions of Orion Poetry 