Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

  Lynch   Green wash of mercantile blood & sinews You astonish the townsfolk with your figure But you are big & small & I a tall coward Don’t be so hard on yourself Would you like that I was hard on you fuck face?! I smash skulls with a rolling pin to make chalk & draw the gardens of earthly paradises For David Lynch I remember a documentary on him when I was a kid There were others: Kafka, Seamus Heaney & they struck me & seduced me to art & letters So I’ll rip the stuffing out of a kid’s toy & watch him cry Because I am a bully Only I don’t know it yet6     Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.

  Social media is not the place   Social media is not the place For serious news stories It might be breakfast time where the story originates & people are in work mode But you’re watching it at night time You’ve had a few to drink You’re horny, lonely & frustrated You’re up for a fuck or fight, banter Or a joke You’re not feeling like being serious nor empathetic You want to be provocative & watch some sparks fly So you can’t really relate With serious debate Social media is not the place     Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.

 Short shots Man sounds better than human or person; the former because of species, the later because of sibilants, so I'm in a quandary. Isn't it forcing me into a pro-masculine position? I argue that it's a choice of sound. The other thing I wanted to say is that I don't get many black faces in my suggested posts on YouTube. In fact, they're all white. & also, I get few female faces in my suggested posts on YouTube. I don't know what's available, coz I'm not in the university game. It's a shot in an American dark. You don't know where's the interesting stuff coming from. We have billions of choices, yet no librarians. It's fucked. Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.

  Drummed drummed into you   You put up with the hits When there’s also love But after the love is taken away There is only the flashbacks to the hits The echoes of the attacks & then you take them over & beat yourself All those primal rhythms Drummed drummed into you All your life from childhood to adulthood Drummed drummed into you The world puts you down Till the point where it doesn’t need To do it anymore You can do it all by yourself You have internalised violence Drummed drummed into you     Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.

  The storm that never came   The branches flap against Brahms The storm never came Nor did the rain A smattering of drops It’s been a hot summer A worrying summer The earth’s up in the air Humanity’s inhaling, drinking & eating poisons Shill they’re finding more land & sea to mine While none of the wealth returns to the nation We should be done with mining by now Like Scandinavia & building a progressive society     Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.

  W.I.M.P.   There’s parts of me that are weak Watching videos about dissidents in authoritarian countries Who spend years in prison & live in poverty Because they believe one day the day will come They’re proud & driven They are giants What of Australia This wild west whose standard of living Is enmeshed with mining & agriculture Destroying the ecology Short term planning & fucking up the world & the sordid culture wars chattering about symbols The worst thing that can happen to a poet The ex con tells me Is to have no audience Because no one cares No one is really addressing basic matters, as I see them Food security, water, healthcare, education, jobs, housing, infrastructure But I risk little Other than being ignored It is a kind of soft torture & it makes you care less Strive less Because you know No one cares whether you write or not What is accepted is discourse Within accepted terms of refe...