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RIFTS

 

my words watch their backs

popping onto blinding white

pages of prefabricated judgement

advance cautiously

on out past the unforgiving gate of Syntax

its cyclops eye scan

for any incoming irregulars

from future timelines

thought to be

lethal threats

to broadsheet straightness

audacious

configurations

dangerous

imaginations

& the unlike

exponentially growing

growing

grown

 

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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