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I don’t even remember anymore

all the whens & wheres

I’ve trekked

steep slick blood hills –

lumps in the fabric

of everyone else’s

official spacetime recognition

rucksack full

hopeful laden load

of honour –


for dues paid forward

in pain sweat

& loss

but to whom –

big hollow mucky mucks

darlings of the IT set

glaring at me

with their sludge frozen fear



in this churning

electro magnetic



strange /

no hills

no worries –

my leveraged gifts attain



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.

One response to “FOR RAY

  1. thefeatheredsleep ⋅

    Really liked this


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