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L’s lev


/ / much obliged you plod

like a homeless

clay beast thru those

spiny gates

of the bookofchanges

in this crumbling city


believing in too much

while melodies from 4am

laugh meth in your

right cargo pocket

 your polishd scruples

nap inside the new

selmer case

sheltering sheetmusic

safe papers wont save us

for decades i listend

you only wrote me off.



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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