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Australia’s Suicide Disgrace

  Australia’s Suicide Disgrace   According to research published by the World Health Organisation in 2019, the global age-standardised suicide rate was 9.0 per 100,000. 1 This compares with the 2019 suicide rate in Australia of 13.2. – (Suicide Prevention Australia).   Yet another alert that someone, “who was such a lovely, kind guy” has died suddenly at a young age. Nowhere is it discussed, the cause of death.   It pisses me off. This fucking PC Anglo reserve society, where everyone is expected to keep their personal life & wellbeing issues quiet.   & we’re NOT getting better at it.   What the fuck Australia!?   An affluent society & so many people giving up.   A sad indictment.   Shame!!!   We each have a responsibility to one another to be open about our inner lives.   To generate REAL conversation.   Talk to anyone long enough, & I DO TALK OPENLY,   & people throw me dirty looks,   (But FUCK EM!   I’m doi
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Mental health self assessment

  Mental health self assessment   My support worker Gave me a survey to fill out About my mental health I answered on the low middle side of things One of the few I answered on the high Was that supporting others contributed greatly to my own wellbeing But not today I’m nursing myself Fatigued physically & mentally I mean I could have a flying cat land like a cap on my head But most of the time it’s the girl crazy blackbird & me A slow day Slippers & naps If anything the coffee made me sleepy I mean I could have a 3 point turn of a whaling vessel in my bathtub But most of the time it’s the flathead fillet warring with the dim sims in my freezer making that noise It is impertinent to screw up your nose at what’s on offer But old Mary does it When you ask her what she thought of the exhibition She often says “I didn’t care for it” Quite matter of factly     Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.

Attempting to write a poem voice to text

  Attempting to write a poem voice to text   Well, this is quite amazing I'm dabbling in the diabolical El Diablo world of voice-to-text and I'll be interested to see what's next Occasionally I will type but realistically that's what I'm doing The reason I do this is because I'm so fatigued but I'm worried that with once relying on this new technology I will lose innate ability, as invariably follows Google Docs doesn't like my Australian accent it struggles  Can I do poetry this way? A poem is born from the intestines, lungs & heart of the sun As it rises & sets & I’m back to typing Because the microphone can’t pick up my voice It got lost I’m feeling galvanised because I attempted the new & found it lacking & so Again I write Or type Occasion depending I don’t want to always hate the new Occasionally one must check out what all the fish is about But I've found this microphone business  L

Wouldn’t have a clue sonnet

  Wouldn’t have a clue sonnet   Black & yellow cat rack (always black!) On top/a top, erh! anyway the car She likes cinnamon donuts They come flying through the air Coming off the booze today Feeling somewhat ditzy & dizzy Unable to ear picture iambics I pop the can & it all fizzes Browning pumpkin in the oven A wheat bag at my back I got tired of burning my hand you see So I guess it’s not a ballad How strict should a modern sonnet be? Look mumma, no end rhyme!     Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.  

Vomitorium sonnet

  Vomitorium sonnet   Vomited all evening Feeling green for the past 48 hours Pushing myself to write Little music in my heart Other than gut retching Show me the person That likes to read about this & I’ll hide from them Evidently this won’t be My vomitorium sonnet     Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.

Moon Sonnet

  Moon Sonnet   2 days till the full moon & my condition flares I get astronomically wild What did the postman say To his dog When he got home? We planned to dance On the full moon But we’re both unlocatable A civilized ending As ending’s invariably are     Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.  

I used to be funny

  I used to be funny Meditating on what went wrong I used to be funny That kind of surface riding that the middle class Melbournians enjoyed In the 90s Was it 9/11? That had the state & media farting in our faces 24/7 No that wasn’t it Even living in the town with the highest murder rate in the UK Couldn’t dampen it The full psychotic breakdown & the resultant heavy psych meds Definitely slowed things But I was still a sik kunt Deaths of loved ones sobered me too But I was still an idiot No it was becoming a school teacher Where I had to mute Youthful enthusiasm & be controlled all the while I had to ‘be the adult’ Whereas I woulda rather smoked pot With the troublemakers Up the back of the room I became a fuckin misery guts Marriage & being a carer for a seriously ill person Added to the mix But really Teaching The horror! As depressing As when I went to school as a kid Surrounded by disciplinarians School marms Even now As I’ve left