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round yet another square peg moment

out time

/ find

I

sling this new instant brilliance

of thought

to the pale blue light of yad

cross my fingers and hope for the best

improvise my turns

beat next

onto sticky predictively programmed streets

where all the trees like civility were cut down decades ago

one mile later

on a broken down factory wall

I spray my full name

and smile warmly

at cold graffiti camera eyes

surveilling me

 

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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