Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

  a woman bought a book from the bookstore near where i was sitting having a cigarette i asked her "what book did ya get?" she said "a cookbook on Georgian cooking" i said "u like ur tucker" she said "no" i said "do u know what it means?" she said "yes i know" i said "tucker means food" she said "i don't like how it's pronounced" & walked away

  i feel like i lost faith this week like i broke the invisible thread that holds the world together & now i'm just a gambler i helped a man who's broken by torture a former journalist in the middle east. his pants fell down & he couldn't get them to stay up when he was walking. poor guy. people would have dobbed him in like they do when they smell desparation & fear. i patched him up. got an unwanted eyefull of dick 🙈 it reminded me of toileting my late father. it's kind of surreal. the last few years have gifted me more unwanted nudity than wanted! life is very strange. but i took the hipocratic oath when i became a medic. i'm good at patching people up. i'm an amazing carer. i woulda made a good nurse. i like life raw. of course it traumatises one. sick of the sight of penis. as if it wasn't bad enough going to a boys school. i far prefer the company of women xx

 i miss you it's bleak here too much concrete too much gossip i need someone to speak from the warped heart not ready made ideology low on cigarettes how are you my love?

  as bad as gordian war monger alexander i feel like i broke the invisible thread that holds the universe together the music of the spheres i am drifting disembodied ears like ai code like an abandoned space station just space junk without a soul just empty words an automaton a cypher god id dead for me id be free float with me nicotine fucking & shostakovich the son of a preacher man agnostic standing for nothing but my appetite the cabal's feeder they have made me i have allowed myself to listen to too many programmed fools compassion has its limits i humour god & man i can't stand my own mind there is no love i have sold out everything i thought i stood for i sit on my dirty arse sipping sedative water from a plastic glass i am the city where genocide is a game a word on the phone we each live alone this bridge has sunk i stink like a skunk

  i'm bored poverty in the city which is about shopping  is boring no cigarettes is pain i am addicted without love god the hit there is a wasteland of nothingness poetry without company without nicotine is seer of hellfire holding pattern crippling ennui breathing is good a sudden flood of endorphins the tides can be ridden on this life raft of air for a moment  joy

 i'm just chattin shit & gathering rain in my cup catch u up when i'm cashed up sweetheart xx