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she leaves

me in sitting wait

ontop

this big brown puspile of contempt

I call my easy chair

she said she’d be right back

with our drinks

but

no

she won’t

she bolted

out the room

and

out the door

from

my fucked life

for

her own blessed sake

 

(c)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.

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