Paul Beckett
Bio
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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Analogue
A different trajectory, vapour ware. Code written but lacking commission. Ugly conclusions draw, but none true. Discrepancies litter. Jitter crippled. For safety, I’ve isolated memories. Not downloaded, corruptible script. Filled for reference without comment. At the risk of being rude. Your pursuit. Its intent, a loss spent. As, don’t you know I covet the dents, Sketches up arms. Enough said. Depress. Shred and burnt. I’ve turned my comfort setting lower. Dialled down deliberately. Dumber. As impetuousness’s inertia, Can cause coasting beyond stops. Plush with concierge co-opting, Yet unhindered by gloves, lint or mites. Impervious to human liquids. Elbow deep, pure and mechanical. Carnal artisan, cored programming. Sensation feedback loop adjustment, Required, or continuous errors.Occur. Glamorous glitcher, utilitarian rogue, Immersive intoxicant, ambiguity abode. Pleasure only model. No depth
By Paul Beckett5 years ago in Poets
Duality passes
Duality Passes Yesterday rose in a blistering maelstrom. Been prepossessed with reality’s resta. Suspended in beliefs, been told I was special. I realise now, just one single petal. Amongst a collection, pressed neatly in pages. The day before recanting, sisters behaviour. Ownership.
By Paul Beckett5 years ago in Poets
