Flop House Lauréates It’s seldom wise to slashaway at an underripe harvest.Far better to reopen theinvestigation into what drivesthe impulse, or carry on withunfinished autopsies onselected cadavers—now easilyavailable to those withthe stomach & a keen eyefor the sordid details. It’s like we’re forever trawlingan index of minor poets in aProustian stupor, or seekingoral on theContinue reading “Flop House Lauréates”
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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”
Stewing in North Tawton
Stewing in North Tawton Borges was underwhelmed byOphelia’s latest efforts; wasn’tin the mood for her taut gibberishof Gestapo knickknacks or swollenpink tulips in Caesar’s bathhouse. Her clammy fingers hammer awayat infinity; blubber and grate at thisheathen hour of day. They make hisfrontal lobes wince like a clapped outdartboard at the local corner pub. He rattlesContinue reading “Stewing in North Tawton”
In a Manner of Speaking
In a Manner of Speaking It’s a faux sleep that brings onrapid eye contortions witheach ghostly hour of the newmorning, where I break surfaceto battle with semanticsbetween salvoes and broadsides. On intermittent days, youand I are swallowed whole bythe lugubrious crawl of time;by the authorship of saidclauses that dot the margins ofour own ill definedContinue reading “In a Manner of Speaking”
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
Pre Coffee
Pre Coffee An illusory palettecrops the arc of treetopsoutside my bedroomwindow this morning. All skywards and yonderbound in its curvedtrajectory, reaching it’sblunt apex before slowly dipping low like a dab handlimbo dancer en route tothe stone latticework below,where Saturday morning shoppers dodge the crispbillows of wheezing chill;fossicking ad lib for theirown weightless pots of gold.Continue reading “Pre Coffee”
Fire & Ice at Graziano’s
Fire & Ice at Graziano’s He tumbles from the deepgurgle of an idling chariot,slinks away into the balmy blue of night with a shimmy;all shuffle and spin as heturns on a dime, pops the air & slides on over—like it’s show time in Vegasunder the din of light. Tonight he will drink alone;torpid dreams ofContinue reading “Fire & Ice at Graziano’s”
The Ventriloquist
The Ventriloquist I’m calling bullshiton his autism spectrumbillboard monologue.It’s a bunch of millennialclaptrap, probably dishedout by some post gradchardonnay quaffing Instagramqueen from behind her ergonomicallydesigned Scandinavian desk,with one eye on the clock andthe other on her notifications.That neuro diversity hokum getshurled around these dayslike a fistful of M&M’sat a 5 year old’s birthday party.It’s nothingContinue reading “The Ventriloquist”
Larkin’s Rolleiflex
Larkin’s Rolleiflex I know you never intended us to see those freeze frames;ghostly 6 x 6 prints singingin a diffused light, that glowsupon damp streets & sentinel trees. Fussing over the light meter,calibrating the phonograph as she mixed you a large gin, her angled cheekbones sweepingthe room like gyrating searchlights. Under cool covers of night,youContinue reading “Larkin’s Rolleiflex”
Gung Ho at The Zeitgeist
Gung Ho at The Zeitgeist I like the photo that you flunglike an aerodynamic frisbeethrough the glow of cyber electrons.It screams of Ultravox and wildgypsophila in Grantchester Meadows. Kids careening drunk through streetlit metal roads, howling like rabid dogslost in the brain fog of a 2am deadzone, after shooting our lot over tablesdoused in fireContinue reading “Gung Ho at The Zeitgeist”
Visions of Orion Poetry 