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All my friends and colleagues are missing

nada nowhere

been so long now my feelings are locked up

in a small cedar box dirty left corner of my conscience

and the sky is the same damn innocent baby blue everyday

compression set in wrapping around everybody’s life

a less less and less of everything mass emotional shrinkage

in the strange coffee mornings of my now I step carefully

sprites suck down to ground at night

an electric deadly ghost show

sometimes watching from safe distance

I think I see the missing

and one astral sweet sleep night soon

when honeysuckle air rolls in

I’ll squeeze out too –

holding conga

beating on out to a next kinder blue



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.

2 responses to “LAST LOG

  1. Love your style, you write some of the best poetry I see on wordpress


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