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306 p.m. GMT –

And all

alpine brass in the world

melt /

slowmo elegant

descending shimmying glissandos

surrender their alloys molten flat

& final

to greying pallbearers


lowering hypocrite hegemon coffin

downunder belief

there \

peculiar flowers take root /

a welded sturdy efflorescent ethos matures –


After millennia of symbolizing delusional triumphs:






a nu ride mount –

alpine horns speak in better keys



copyright 2016












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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