Tom Beckett
LANGUAGE, SLEEP, MADNESS, DREAMS, BEASTS, SEX
Tom Beckett lives and writes in Kent, Ohio.
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LANGUAGE, SLEEP, MADNESS, DREAMS, BEASTS, SEX
“Whenever a true theory appears, it will be its own evidence. Its test is, that it will explain all phenomena. Now many are thought not only unexplained but inexplicable; as language, sleep, madness, dreams, beasts, sex.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature
Hypothetical hard
On a
Thought balloon.
Bird preens
On wire.
How many
Filters does
One have
To burn?
On the
Spectrum of
A pause . . .
At the threshold
Of one’s senses . . .
.
DELETE . . . SEND . . .
Or . . . SAVE?
What does
Punctuation stand
In for?
Cropped by mirrors
In all
The wrong places
Harvested as fragments.
Having a hole,
Holes
(Being perforated).
Constellations of
Hesitation scenarios,
Anxiety formats.
On all
Fours squealing.
In the interval
Or gap
Between hunger
And sleep,
Between diagrams
And dancing,
Between consciousness
And death.
W r I t h I n g o n
A l l f o u r s
M o a n i n g , p o s s e s s e d.
Pet laureates,
Lariats.
Stupid
Poet tricks.
GET OFF OF ME!
Maps
Of missteps project
Awkward
Transitions.
How seductive
Are beginnings?
No waking
Without sleep.
Tom Beckett lives and writes in Kent, Ohio.