Billy Welch

The macabre secret nostalgia plays
Sexual notes and proud displays
Secrets glorified the way
It’s supposed to feel, the way
I know it feels
The spectacle of being grown
Wanting to be known
Candy colors an d harsh lines
Only for curious eyes
These paintings commit off-color
Turnstile acts
Just the facts
Cartoons your parents
Wouldn’t let you watch
In some ways
Dared you to watch
Become nostalgic