Tom Beckett
Tell me again
Through the curtain
What I’m
Supposed to feel
Tell me again
Through the certainty
You feel what
I supposedly am
*
What we are
It hangs here
In the air
Unrooted
*
He appears
To be
A she
It works
For them
*
An “I”
Embodies
A void
Until “You”
Are
Filling “Me”
*
Violence can
Be silent
*
I is
A hole
The dent
In identity
*
Tell me again
Who we are
What we do
Why do
We do
Whatever
*
Doubt runs
Through its
Explicit capital
Time’s not
A name
Desire laps
What goes
Without saying
The eyes
Have it
*
Tell me
Again about
Shivering in
Your shadow
I forgot
What you
Told me
*
There’s something
To be
Said for
Footnoting titillations
*
Desire is
Not designed
It occurs
Among things
Written only
As punctuation
*
It occurs
To me
In the
Midst of
Things to
Ask what
Did you
Say again
Got in
The way
Of description
*
Ghosts leave
The waste
Of selves
In cocoons
Grammars
Rarely listen
To erasures
The format
Of a ghost
Will be
Found in
The grammar
Of erasures
*
Tell me
Again what
Writing is
That patterns
So disrupt
*
I’m allergic
To religion
But not
To belief
*
Tell me
Again about
When walls
Are mirrors
*
The sexes of
Shadows open in
A philosopher’s propositions
*
Does procedure
Equal rapture
An A
The the
*
Is it
Bodies or
Voices which
Most conflate
Parasite and
                      Ghost
*
The curtain
Between us
Is moving
*
One oozes
Into seeing
The dissolution
Of composure
The sounds
Of extinction
Unanswered residuet
Of questions
Tom Beckett lives, writes and will likely die in Kent, Ohio. His ghosts precede him.
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Tell me again
Through the curtain
What I’m
Supposed to feel
Tell me again
Through the certainty
You feel what
I supposedly am
*
What we are
It hangs here
In the air
Unrooted
*
He appears
To be
A she
It works
For them
*
An “I”
Embodies
A void
Until “You”
Are
Filling “Me”
*
Violence can
Be silent
*
I is
A hole
The dent
In identity
*
Tell me again
Who we are
What we do
Why do
We do
Whatever
*
Doubt runs
Through its
Explicit capital
Time’s not
A name
Desire laps
What goes
Without saying
The eyes
Have it
*
Tell me
Again about
Shivering in
Your shadow
I forgot
What you
Told me
*
There’s something
To be
Said for
Footnoting titillations
*
Desire is
Not designed
It occurs
Among things
Written only
As punctuation
*
It occurs
To me
In the
Midst of
Things to
Ask what
Did you
Say again
Got in
The way
Of description
*
Ghosts leave
The waste
Of selves
In cocoons
Grammars
Rarely listen
To erasures
The format
Of a ghost
Will be
Found in
The grammar
Of erasures
*
Tell me
Again what
Writing is
That patterns
So disrupt
*
I’m allergic
To religion
But not
To belief
*
Tell me
Again about
When walls
Are mirrors
*
The sexes of
Shadows open in
A philosopher’s propositions
*
Does procedure
Equal rapture
An A
The the
*
Is it
Bodies or
Voices which
Most conflate
Parasite and
                      Ghost
*
The curtain
Between us
Is moving
*
One oozes
Into seeing
The dissolution
Of composure
The sounds
Of extinction
Unanswered residuet
Of questions
Tom Beckett lives, writes and will likely die in Kent, Ohio. His ghosts precede him.
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