Twisted up, clustered rut. Ankle bater.
Limb Limbering ballroom exasperation
Calf half broken, wound round too tightly
Snapped on a swing landing, too sharply
Contract shut, Lucy Elastic, not ecstatic.
All too distraught, hindering hopscotch.
Black blood shot related empathic kneel.
Bent up backward. Flawed anatomy see
Clawed at the sore, saw me unflattering
Magician’s boxes, dissected impractical
Lock loss injection. Retract imperfectIon
Filed until level. Incarnation dishevelled
Off the ground. Foot fell, into sympathy.
Soil isn’t easy resting. Nestled nesting
Aloft the Coxes Orange Pippin branches
Lurkers waste no time on star grazing.
Consumption of prowlers intent, lofted
Awkward monument, above the stalker
Watch Vera trace the boundary, motion
Less my mind lung signal not to exhale
No voice, silent calls, withheld number
3043.Trampled on the corner mourner
Disturbed sleep. Death dream rattlers
About the Creator
Paul Beckett
I’m a writer, horologist & joy filled fantasist. 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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