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”
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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”
Trouble in Hope Springs
Trouble in Hope Springs In my own defence pro se,let me say it’s not a closed case of cooking the books. Mining for brain fodder on the lunatic fringeis not for the squeamish or tone deaf. Today I’m picking Daffodils;watching them litter grief stricken pages with glee. Tomorrow, I’ll conjure screedsof smoke & shadows toContinue reading “Trouble in Hope Springs”
Carpark Monologue
I’m beginning to relate tothe liquid pulse of Faure’s tempo: the persistent hum of words thatthreaten to gate crash the showat any minute with their usedcar salesman’s pitch and patter. I thought of cracking openthe promising Tempranillo fromLogrono and watching that JimJarmusch movie again with the Brieand pâte from last nights fiasco, untilI remembered IContinue reading “Carpark Monologue”
Postcard to Rachmaninoff
Postcard to Rachmaninoff Her arpeggios are up tothe task, precocious in theircarefully weighted precision as she segues into theswelling ache of the largowith it’s ambiguity of meter. It’s dissonance panningacross her lobes like 70’sprog rock in hi fidelitygrinning from ear to ear. She teases the grand finalelike a well schooled vixenwho’s mastered the part. SunkenContinue reading “Postcard to Rachmaninoff”
At Your Wishing Well
At Your Wishing Well All inside this roomrecedes into the blueof minuscule hours. Scriabin’s arabesqueshave called it a night;slipped away to ponder rumours of mintedchocolate—notes ofripe vanilla that speakin warm silken tones. Would it be too much towish this second linger;slowly turn to stone. ©️Orion Foote, 2022
Trash Talk at the Presser
Trash Talk at the Presser Y’all have to wonder abouttheir affectations of slam champand how they get to dishout the straps these days.It’s enough to make me want todig out my old highlight reels. The way he enters the ringall bug eyed with chest heaving,juiced up to the max with postmodernist metaphors; his treetrunk armsContinue reading “Trash Talk at the Presser”
Post Match Analysis
Post Match Analysis If you really want to know,ask a dying person she saidsotto voce, while teeming dross bucketed from an embarrassed skyoutside my kitchen window.Sweeping diagonally, deliberatelyas if to make a point;cut through all the crap. While old Hughie pontificatedon the outcome of too manyturn-overs—chances gone begging;no bottle at the breakdown ofplay & let’sContinue reading “Post Match Analysis”
Visions of Orion Poetry 