Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

  just shooin flies Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  If you say Mal, please leave me alone I will But just so you know This is my neighbourhood tourist I live here I don’t have a yard Nor a bedroom Nor a balcony My place is a fraction bigger than a prison cell If I could afford to I’d get a house in the country & talk to the bugs Geez you’d be lonely then You’d have to find someone else to blame For the view in the mirror Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  I don’t wanna do this blog anymore Coz I hate computers My best stuff you’ll never see Because my Max Brod Will do as he’s told Or else he will rot in eternal hell But I’m so full of shit I’ll read some Kafka For fun 😊 Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  I’m scared I’m dying But the Kafkaresque internet I wanna talk in the flesh 58 years sounds ok Before then, I wanna make an oil painting I want my complete poems & music in plastic form left to either the State or the World or the World’s poor! I house a homeless man — “not a good look” A holiday & get laid once more Then pass the remains onto the next generation To pass on to the future generations I feel imprisoned here I’ve fought to be free all my life They taped my mouth up when I was an abused 5 year old on stolen genocidal land I’ve had enough People gate me like they hated Monet The nigga on your calendar I’ve had enough Firing squad or hunger strike Take your pick Mammon I will live on In all of you I hope you’ll remember your dreams “In dreams begin responsibilties” For Bobby Sands & someone I knew well… Still they won’t get it… But the children will call out my name… “Mal” & in some millennia We’ll finally see a way out off the wheel of death: FREEDOM! ...

  very few should be in prison Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  texts are seldom good news except from one who sends one Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.