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won’t melt

in that mouth

u have


violet nite

after empty


violet nite

u fall liquid

thru monitored quiescence

heart thralled exhausted

spilling deeper


smiling faces of the last sitting dead

earless handless

who struck similar deals with the team






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

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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