/sue aside
the locator’s fist
knocks it upstairs
found no be alls
that end in end
souls appear
colourless
on their way
slap them
if they have to
between her tits
the dent in
surrounding space
when will she
not wear a moniker
of her latest obsession
she’ll ring the bell
in the moon then
talk strategies collapse
these matters are entwined
in a fifth architecture
needlessly uncomfortable
liminal spaces
this isn’t happiness.
aewatkins(c)2020
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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.
A.EDWARD WATKINS 