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sapien meat to them delicacies

ratio relativity reaches

parallel at pathos distance

skillful trade a stretchcover

for their saurian logic

interlink here too trim

for turnpike singularities

^

i miss the drums the brothers struck rhythms

midsunlit plateau grass honeysmell to skysuckle

what next to become & they heard me & each to each

bewilderment patter inferior mounts rerun babbling

^

left separate with the questions

for the structure the be of it pressure wave manifold

openfield topologicals ambit outer multidirectional lift

^

about a now isnt is traipse a batterd fall line late

pout in the weeping millie grass of fungus lawn poems

mythfuel fume carpet rides or an enter key gone stuck

in strictstrap i pack roscoe advancing waste glitter

past pushpin patriot stench more formless steam

smell it mayhap theyre headed for the tribulations wantd

 

 

aewatkins(c)2020

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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