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the shift into theater sublime

where gladly we sit

glued to its wobbly seats


there were


big broad blood red daddy o days

I stood double dipped in delicious do nothing zen ness

breathing life’s fresh oxygen of optimism

manifest flow

pulsing swift under orange gigolo suns

that touched down easy


roaring nude jazz gestures

saw them

flung out /


thru cool cat nocturnal air


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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