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We failed you

\ yes

we trance pranced

squandered long years

chasing our tails

within this

wide blue narrow electromagnetic existence

silent punks we were

mouths open / hollow

mime screaming circular arguments

over and over

with no answers

firing soft punch salvos \

at big enemy

/ big enemy

laughs and just wipes you off

digitizing you for other days and ways

your vessel strained

– what price time

– what time left


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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