Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

  Cartel I won't tell Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  Love Missiles & ‘Crackdowns’   It’s a dream The guitar Love on the breeze I hear it with my 3 rd ear- temple Comin in Emma Donovan sings “Love without limit” So yeah   & then half an hour passed & my mind caught up & I thought fuck! I’ve started believing my own hype & people have started approving of my personal habits How full of shit am I So I needed & howl in fellowship/understanding a hit of pure liquor & some shisha & quiet Admitted that like The world’s bombarded I too am living; Yes in solidarity & belief or rather resolve That eventually maybe in Thousands of years We’ll hang, draw & quarter The Cromwell blood drinkers & once more I returned To my siblings & found the Heaven inside Hell     Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  So apparently I have to look at my masculinity Examine myself or something Man it’s hard enough living with myself 24/7 Let alone examining myself For who’s benefit? Humanity’s? Man what is Humanity? Look at what we do to one another Iran Syria Palestine Congo Sudan Terra Australis Nobility then? What like doit du seigneur? *     * “right of the lord” – in Feudal France, nobles had first rights with brides (usually virgins) over grooms.     Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

Djaara return   (Mary Fairburn’s place – 15/12/CE2025)   Paul understands more things about us aliens homo than me I OVERSTAND Heptones sing “sit UP & meditate No time to contemplate” Life’s dangerous & you gotta protect yourself That’s the thing about wise people They don’t know how to protect themselves That’s why they’re precious & me mere functionary My job is to protect them   ‘After Iggy Pop’   My child’s MEGACLANG Jarred into cartoon coyote tremors & so my core screams for the quiet Existence verbs & body count Shaping shattering Wabi sabi mending of being & now, becoming   Again was quest For a home of mutual solitude Harmony & peace In a dirty bomb + enslavery Shell egg rolling on the fast bench top Oh!, Bring me Slow…   ‘Relational’   I’m relational Around I. Je barely get a word in, I’m sorry: Around you/u I can barely shut up. I guess it prob...

  I am seated but I can stand I stand with people other than myself people better yet we’re ‘no better than anyone, yet we’re a good as anyone’ cept for the scumbags, I stand, & if I can stand upright — it’s been a very good day thank god & all of us his angels & all living things — that after the heat of today — the music of the desert the rain has come — I pray the rain comes to all fire related peoples & the thirsty, & obviously for those suffering floods — an easing from the heavens & man & enough sustainence to go round thank you siblings I love yas all* Malachi Doyle (Mal’s fine 

In case you didn’t get it: I don’t waste good drink on a scumbag! Enough. Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.