Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

  'the war on Terror' when no one spoke up against torture on prisoners i realised the left were in bed with the right instead issues are created & sides back & forth but no one much cares for human rights just a photo opportunity to share on instagram see u in hell there'll be a couple of nurses & pca s in the good place

  how to how to flow with one finger swapping to missteps much poems preach i prefer a ripe peach how to blow without breaking how to taste enjoying the drip tent peg in the fist but never chin hang that's how to kill! & that's mainstream?! unlike what the videos dance down the street off the back of a truck Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  vale ingrid & i had many chats a keenly intelligent autodidact who'd lived most her life in state care orphaned early, a refugee she'd lived most her long life alone we'd discuss my dad's health & whether things were getting better or worse around the place she'd tell me her earliest memories in germany she was stoic so she didn't give much away having no family & no vistors was something long accustomed to she never showed me her tears she showed me instead her light Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  rebalance back to porridge for the first time since the descent... time to read the details one cannot heavy lift every day less the hernia compounds pus coming out of my ear a break from music for the music of life today i listen to the city as a city sider i cannot exile my centre i must grow in the concrete where i take a piss & the grasses take seed between the cracks carried in the soil of the worms bones & entrails beneath there are no accidents in life unless there is sanity too madness is all good & well as long as the electrician doesn't zap another fatally we each have our job to do regardless of this mental illness diagnosis i am not only a patient anymore than the prisoners of aged care at sundown  are unable to teach the younger even the whiskers on her chin Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  crash i guess i'm not talking about this this poem run outta steam like when u reach the end of a dream so chuang tzu woke whether butterfly or man flight is implied one day again like minnie rippleton i'll fly away Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  pain i'm wounded by the hits i am pain attempting to escape this cage but with a broken wing u cannot fly i need u those who love me to lay ur hands on me & help heal me i prickle from the touch i am a problem & from him i suffer the most this is the deepest darkest hell there are no tricks or jokes i can make to get me out i must do the time i wish i could cry but my tearducts are dry Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.