Tom Beckett

NOTES TO SELF








Admonition

Don’t go
online

to see

if you
exist.





Be

what you
are but

be unsettled
by that.





Could

you please
just listen?

I mean

really listen
to yourself.





Description

isn’t neutral.





Everything

is
too much.





Fiction’s

the tissue
of desire,

the issue

of _____
and _____.





Ghosts

are who
you are.





History

becomes you.





Images

(poetic
and otherwise)

decompose, composting
into palimpsests.





Just
 
the facts?

As if.





Kill

what’s dead
in you.





Listen

leave what
you can’t

countenance but

don’t be
a stranger.





Measure

twice but
cut relentlessly.





No

-body here
but

us chickens.





Ok

it’s not
about, but

around, adjacent.





Perimeters

parameters, projections,
pain, pleasure,

perception, phosphenes.





Question 

more than

you think

you can.





Are

we ever

going to

coincide?





Stop

and think
about it.

You’re never
going to

See what
you are.





Things

aren’t what
they seem

or maybe
they are.

Appearances suck
really hard.





You

aren’t alone.





Vastness

subsumes sentences,

swallowing thought. 





Double you

is who

we are.





Exchange values 

through erotic
feedback loops.





Why

not?





Zero 

doing here
without you.  

Tom Beckett lives and writes in Kent, Ohio.

 
 

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