only
friend colleague
and constant companion
agony
entertains
such it is
out /
becomes me
full with this peculiar human aporia
here now mid autumn life
dunk /
slow stirred in some infused type brew
recipe unknown
sunken /
desolation dark
my heart wants to cry
but my eyes too dry
too late for tears
each wednesday
carefully
avoiding anything remotely approaching
fun
I sit my ass over a hole
in the coil spring mattress
and contemplate the whys of life
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.
