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friend colleague

and constant companion





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


avoiding anything remotely approaching


I sit my ass over a hole

in the coil spring mattress

and contemplate the whys of life


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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