Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

  (for Abrifor) energy - i'm a shapeshifter - i'm a translator - i'm a bridge - i'm off ma chops - a sic kunt from a long line of sic kunts xx i don't exist xx & God says: straight to Hell! o well this poem is dead dead in the water only u can resuscitate it

  Every day every day we chip away it's good, man as long as we remember Mother Earth & why we're doing it: Love for one another  for the next generation & future ones footholds on the cliff to let others climb out of this shit watch how high we climb Together ❤️

  most people 👍❤️☘️ we just keep forgetting to heal Mother Earth with our endless jibber jabber xx the birds have spoken

  AI art is an end The day begins Expression comes from infinity Too much today is inanimate T is undrinkable & taste comes by dance Which contains accident It is not pastiche It gives birth to triplets Each unique & sacred AI heats up the planet The planet is dying I have no faith that AI cares It is programmed by misanthropes Who regard Who do not feel people's gifts They number them in 1s & zeros Neither ellipsis nor flow are starts & stops Else we are filled with surface No depth I'd rather see an elephant's painting They cry They are not psychopathic They love Love is not self Which AI doesn't even have Just a piece of crap that does not biodegrade This poem was made in Carlton The pepper tree is flowering Coz it's Spring not Autumn

  too many of my peers talking of the past perhaps i too often fixate on the future but love in the past present future is warts & all

  chemist shut meds withdrawals full moon working through 48 hour manic anxiety attack a couple of goals a couple out on the full fear sleep dream in the morning pick myself up chemist open meds received calmer back to poetry still learning