because
butter
won’t melt
in that mouth
u have
violet nite
after empty
unanswering
violet nite
u fall liquid
thru monitored quiescence
heart thralled exhausted
spilling deeper
past
smiling faces of the last sitting dead
earless handless
who struck similar deals with the team
&
on
u
spill
u’ve been shown the four sided mirror
/ as expected
\ u ran fast
right back
to the very ones
– hungry electric gods
chewing on their hatred
of the weakness u clutch
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 