family – I'm bilaterally deaf, schizophrenic, autistic, talented individual. I can see you thinking…What was his day job? Well, I am a qualified systems engineer and i worked in computers. To be honest I can't remember what I wrote in my bio which I deleted. I write I draw, It is my goal in life to be anything but facsimilia. I believe life is duodecimal, you live you die, dark. Some call this depression and indeed I am a depressive schizophrenic. To be something is a great thing-some call it drosophilae syndrome(to be studied), a term I coined myself. As I appreciate in words as I get older sometimes it helps to remember what it was like being a child with drosophilae syndrome where the other is to be seen. This is why I draw and write.

Blue

If I only knew… What went on inside or behind closed doors If I had been with you for longer Then I would love you more not less. I would have loved you the best.

ChamelNEON Blue If you ever are passing the pet shop on Coventry Road have a look in! Inside you will find creatures of the most amazing kind Ones that sit and stare and others that want to eat you And then there is the big bright McCaw to talk to and say you have seenContinue reading “ChamelNEON Blue”

Sea Sock

Jellyfish vibe fluoresce under ultraviolet light Take off Glide convulse show Glide, propulse Over here I have a snack for you.

Little baby

You always prevaricate me into something else One minute I have good intentions The next I am examining my navel What power have you to distort and distend (when all I wanted was a friend) From a position of responsible humility I appear reckless and spendthrift What powers have thee over history? From a positionContinue reading “Little baby”

Family Dinner

Authonomy is something to Aspire to While meaning down in the stew in the gravy where the meat separates and the vegetables tenderise. Entire nations of Mars Attacks live down there polishing their spaceship and maintaining death ray guns whilst enjoying the rich aromas. Someone is stirring the pot with a wooden handled spoon whilstContinue reading “Family Dinner”

Death

The death of a loved one scours the soul. Into darkness with only a wooden bowl into a morass of dead ends and red herrings until you question how soon is the ending of a life of suffering and painful vision of a future not worth living alone. Andrew Mark Watkins © 2016

Dad

Clip my wings again, I feel ashamed Go behind my back Let me loose track and just let me go with your blessing. Dad, I care.

It’s Death: The Waiting

It’s the waiting that’s worst for me anyway. Not for the poor sod in hospital dying on a cliff edge. And those with him knowing but hoping to tear up on the inside and peace. The great Picard In The Sky says ‘Make it so’ and the life support is turned off and the podContinue reading “It’s Death: The Waiting”

Losing you AGAIN!

As I recall you weren’t there So how could you know? how could you bend so low and be so shallow as to say you couldn’t care if I live or die or go anywhere?