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Flowers

Self portrait vii
Life as organic matter
Chained to a brain like a tow motor
Clacking down the concrete with Christian Marclay's guitars
Torturous metaphors mixed wildly were her stock in trade
All that matters is how much money you make
Do your flowers bloom?
Does she see through you?
Do you get to do what you want to do?
Is your money working for you?
Or for the Black Hand
Rampaging the island banks?
Does the tree bear fruit?
Is there anything left to lose?
Do you see me like I see you?
Does the macroeconomy agree with your models?
Did you shoot the moon between your toes and faint like you'd died and gone to heaven?
Between the railroad tracks and the river
You were climbing down a culvert
I could barely believe it
You were moving so swiftly
So I ran into the clearing
Slid down gravel to the bank
Tried to make you out in the distance
Wondered if we'd ever meet again
Running in the dust behind the vehicle
Into a disappointing sunset
An oncoming train
A ridiculous rain
Eternally grateful
For photographs of flowers and birds
Freedom from music and words
My filthy imagination
Drenched in pre-dawn dark
The path of least resistance
Is treacherous to walk

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from Panting (Solo Demos 2018), released November 8, 2018
All sounds, words, images: MHW 2018.

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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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