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Shirley

Gaping chasm
Roaring Twenties
The pretty blonde you were remembers me
I spent the whole damned time locked in the library

You let me out onto the sidewalk in the morning
On the bright side facing the cemetery
I stood there in the sunlight
Trying to remember
What it was I'd buried

Shellshocked shoemaker
Looking for a fix
My ancestors were collectors
But I can barely make a fist

I dreamt I was Solzhenitsyn
I didn't often sleep in beds
I got locked in the library
And I couldn't separate the threads

But they got one of those record players
And a box of floppy disks
If only old electricity could just learn
Some new tricks

Somewhere on sixteen millimeter
Sixteen means so many things
Sixteen hours of any of them
Make you take off your rings

A replica of this mausoleum in my ribcage
With the owl and the jockey and the rabbit
I woke up drenched in the snack machine
Ecstatic I didn't have a habit

I'm basically untouchable is what they're telling me
And anyway I'm quitting the band the Aviary
Living off the jolly ranchers
And the VHS completely

The foreseeable forthwith
Following my itinerary
Pardon our progressives
It's just temporary
Finesse is in the wrist again
Every February

Dark humor and pathos
Of which centennial American ethos
Or whoever's eighties exercises
Eccentrics say to weirdos

Portrait of normalcy
A replica of this mausoleum in every strip mall ribbon cutting
Overplay your hand
In every local primary
I'm locked in the library
With the history of everything

And I'm not lonely but you can join me
I wasn't wired to explode
I've become a faithful seamstress
I wasn't born this fragrant rhapsode

Prismatic rhapsode
Troubadour

An equation disguised in a broken melody
Not sure how i got myself
Locked in the library
I remain grateful
The library ain't locked in me

Define free

Something old
Something new
Something borrowed
God
I'm turning blue

Define parameters

You may not remember me

I thought that I'd forgotten you

You probably don't remember me

I've most certainly forgotten you

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from Post War Portraits And Sketches (COVID Park Demos 2020), released May 6, 2020
Words and Sounds Matthew H Welch

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Matthew H. Welch Baltimore, Maryland

Songmaker, Singer, Guitar Player, Producer for SIGINT. Formerly of the Aviary and Pedge. Poetic Rock and Roll From A Future.

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