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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




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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