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CODE PACK

 

the rock that put you inside the impulse

cracked

open \

fat weight feeble mindedness

scurries nowhere \ split

like two miniature hemispheres of startled maggots

illuminated

 

the rock that became your life

crushed you

sent /

social engineers up your spine

nudging

gently toward desired outcomes

 

inside a gutted panopticon

guilty tears

eventually

drown the watchman

caught

in

a Gordian knot

he will not unloose

familiar

no longer

 

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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