Tom Beckett


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.
 
 
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