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SMALL THINGS

 

\ just now

the way

she said please

&

those eyes

so tired of /

seek their target

tone of voice

explode me

are we quantum maybes

 

so tired

of

 

/

i’ll

reach for discount generic guilt

some still left / 4th shelf / selfish hand corner

/ a no feel she wants no kissups

she’s drunk the dry

too long

her appetite

wanes

 

(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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