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DIRT CARVER

 

Over

blotchy red time

the magicmighty puffy GoodGuy

fostered a digestion problem –

gobblesopped up

conquest

conquest conquest after conquest

– rather like spoiled little Tommy

champing too much everyday is my birthday anyway candy

 

insatiable fatal jerkoff rodomontade

of the

my poop don’t stink like yours… see

O great fatty luscious lie dispenser

holding in your left hand the match

one butt crack inch from destruction

your right fist throat thrusting for a bulimic relief valve

sating pathologies within

 

puffy Good Guy –

sat on the world

veins and arteries

swollen and curled

 

 

copyright 2016

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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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