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hit & run booty calls

speckld quest backwash in musty moonlight

suffer shines on spoild meat of mythic imagery

entire pitiful downstreet a nag

smoky atmospheric state


in the cold fug

an even lower temp coarse dark sugar

collects the jailage

has arrow like priclkld precision

generational dna empires devolve on their search

for smuggld hearts

combinyd sputum speech of endearments empty



spurz end

the shallow grave bends

& lighter language speaks low


sympathetic tones trickle thru ground

wake the icy worms sleeping there




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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