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I’m almost satisfied

now that the scheme to my life

walked out on me

I do hope it finds a worthy hungry host

I’ve lived too long in this city

for one thing –

chronic sinus infections

inhaling all the blahness floating around town

my old hangout spots have long ago hung it up

although the restaurants are still great

no friends left

not even phone calls

what else is there for me here

be invisible and eat?

perhaps only

a scowling visage of the artist


through the last grimy window of his life


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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