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Umbrella Factory

There is a subatomic sewing machine
Pricking at my subconscious again
Just like it did when I was in my nineties

I rehearsed that joke in a mirror once
In the future we will have more fun
We won't have to look for silver linings

I know that you're not speaking to me
But here's $500 please
Remember everything is in the timing

Undressing in olive silence gray
I just couldn't look away
From what you weren't even hiding

I could be anyone
You don't know me from Adam
You say it turns me on and
You couldn't begin to fathom

In the Umbrella Factory we craft a living world of wonders
Rendered in tatters mattering
Every stitch unraveling in tragedy neither groundbreaking nor earth shattering
Proletarian comedy of blunders pitter pattering

Lucien Freud and Harold Lloyd
Robin Williams as a boy
Lee Strasberg pantomiming

See I still see you
Now do you see me
When can we expect you to release the contents of your findings?

We get so pissed so blissfully
Trashing whatever's happening
In favor of that for which we are pining

And the sirens that hoover snow banks for your pimps
Wind up smoking drywall over identity politics
Empty your pockets and lick the linings

It really could be anything
Do I detect a pattern lanterning?
You say you like the way I say your name
It's the opera of the unanswered ring

In the Umbrella Factory we craft a living world of wonders
Rendered in tatters mattering
Every stitch unraveling in tragedy neither groundbreaking nor earth shattering
Proletarian comedy of blunders pitter pattering

I glisten when I polaroid
Like a stained glass lieutenant lactating
I'm straight up lying

I am obscure and cryptic on purpose
Yes to hurt you
What time is not mine of dying?

Manufacturer of mattresses
Envoy to enchantresses
Ease my transition into afterlifing

Tell the suits Ima be late
Need to Lenny Bruce damn straight
If you call that unwinding

I could be anyone
You don't know me from Adam
You say it turns me on and
You couldn't begin to fathom

In the Umbrella Factory we craft a living world of wonders
Rendered in tatters mattering
Every stitch unraveling in tragedy neither groundbreaking nor earth shattering
Proletarian comedy of blunders pitter pattering

Seriously
Happily
Don't worry
Someone out her loves you
Magically

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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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