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I’m dialing a

                   deadman’s lovely

  phone     

 

                                                       no tinhat compai

                                struggling w \ his guilt

 

                                                      just edges from my person

 

                               dispossessed of

 

                disposable sessions

 

                                in this funny girlyman gravity

                      the air presses down

 

                               the wound responds how

 

                                     there’s no new school for anything

 

                                                                                      is

 

                             seen lesser a more dumb as clicks

 

              & she still

                 never saw me

 

 

aewatkins(c)2021                                       

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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