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GASLIGHT

 

funny how my last puff on this cig

exhales

memories of you

did you die by the hand of the little metal man

that

sketchy little brother chocolate soaked in sad oils

acting all OCD

his shaven dome

staring at the poor

last time I saw you

northphilly linoleum floor party

plotting your death feet and inches

while you dreamed green Haitian mambo orgies

and all night jams at Paley’s house

you

now

but

a

D minor vibration

jumping

ectoplasm

thru

scented coffeehouse walls

 

(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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