Paul Beckett

Joined May 2021

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I’m a writer, horologist & joy filled explorer. Reality to me is plastic. I’m fascinated with time, quantum physics, analogue and fashion.

My writings at least 69% autobiographical, often 99%

Fav:Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams- S.Plath

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Cupid’s bow and ribbon
Yadira’s lipstick smeared with desire Tomorrows peaceful propaganda permeates the periferia. Gratification from your romantic glances a loan towards closer integration creativity.
By Paul Beckett5 years ago in Poets
Clarity
Transparent to all but me. Ludicrous charades, test paper, replay. Monotonous drone, drying closer to home. The conceited dance or half century romancer? Opacity hides prudishly behind closed upturned screens.
By Paul Beckett5 years ago in Poets
Winter Sighting
Big yellow tracer As the big winter dipper, Traces a low arc in the grey linen page. Hardly raising its head before bowing out disgracefully , dunce like.
By Paul Beckett5 years ago in Poets
6 layer epidermis bag
Six layer epidermis bag Washing whimsical. Splashes, Tidal torrents lashing at my broken waters. Foaming toxic exfoliation's.
By Paul Beckett5 years ago in Poets
Sea Hypnosis
Pebble forced Square metal holes that pebbles shouldn't be In. Rust that makes thick steel de-laminate like pastry puffing.
By Paul Beckett5 years ago in Poets
Stage or under
Stage or under I recall the tone of panic, rarified only in contrast to my miniature malcontent. I’m abundantly aware, but dark and warm my dusty hole, voice air struck from the box. Jack’s limp stranglehold.
By Paul Beckett5 years ago in Poets
Bruxism bully
Been in Bruxism punishment, rasped my whole life. When shit get too much for me (like often overwhelmingly) it’s teeth ground or nail bite reactionary puppet. Autonomous sabotage, deprecation programming reportage. I’m corrupted.
By Paul Beckett5 years ago in Poets
Torque ripples
Falling in further, no ponderous palaver. A-vented horizon, escapists frustration, Giddy full banquet, gorging delinquent.
By Paul Beckett5 years ago in Poets
MMM
Maligned murder it's name. Watch him, His heckles. Escaped your binding Blast. Tied to path. Lashed down in preparation for the storm.
By Paul Beckett5 years ago in Poets
Green to the Spleen
Green to the Spleen Haemorrhage haemoglobin emerald duck green, the thickness, dependent upon the scenery. Too cool and I’m viscous, acidic bile hues. In-tropics, as water, more liquid in ruler, a macro lobe. Aqua marine plumage pour-out. I’m peacock (you said), the thought previously, never exits my head, (ta)...
By Paul Beckett5 years ago in Poets
Seas Change
Emergency Sea-Change 575,000 square kilometres, the flood, From the shelf continental, Viking’s men rose. Long pauses before transport, tarmac, his pollution. Osmotic new tides seep, like memories prize, in attempts to persuade the dry, wetter. No ears for his rumours, persistent physical domination no more.
By Paul Beckett5 years ago in Poets
Contagious
What if? I hate to insist upon, my resistance, no pointed stay-cation. Permit only, if my passport requires me, will I let ‘them’ inject me, see.
By Paul Beckett5 years ago in Poets

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Cupid’s bow and ribbon

Clarity

Winter Sighting

6 layer epidermis bag

Sea Hypnosis

Stage or under

Bruxism bully

Torque ripples

MMM

Green to the Spleen

Seas Change

Contagious

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