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2 CUPS OIL OF MENDACIOUS

 

 

near the far southern tip of your courage

chasing you sweat green

hate jumps a hot bloody barbwire fence

where from flashing fang pinholes

spews radioactive contempt

\ half life 26,000 years

 

\ narrow miss

left right         now where

sheeee…ite

now where is no where           / mun

yoyoyo –

dig

you’ve always walked thru on rented timecards

w /

punched out strawboss slinkys

erasing your every splendor in the grass think your arriving

foot steps

all the johnny smoker streets of mommom big wisdom

that kept you whole –

you think these things and more

 

the deadeyes have it

new clothes gamesame

game new     clothes same

 

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About a. edward watkins

With the exception of 2 years study of western music theory and harmony- I am a self taught percussionist, writer and abstract painter. Not your drummer boy drummer - not your writerly writer nor the painterly painter. Creativity is an integral aspect of my existence - as it is for us all - in some form or another. My experiences in life have informed and shaped my world view profoundly. I am the disrupter - the never quite satisfied - the relentless creator of word, sound and image. I question the answers and question the questions.

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