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TRIGGERS

 

I’m not jealous

and

\ that you should feel so cold

in my presence

is quite the combo of irony / compliment

I stopped caring

I need this me

\ this now this only me

don’t speak / humor me / give show

\ squirt foul fluid ego from your core

O thy muscle of fresh hell

you made your choices

poke push \ pull break

remember

start and end with pain

grating my innards with sharp shards / spite

fine powder you hoped to reduce me to

fortunately

you’ve

become fine powder

blown away

 

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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