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
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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.
A.EDWARD WATKINS 