Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

  1970s there were these blokes legends who the kids knew who when u met em they had gravitas long hair probably vietnam barefoot  kickin elegant dropkicks & then disappearin like giants i see him now that was an australian childhood the older guys who led who said slow down be beautiful thats australia for me learnin from the blakfella one day well shake off this internationalist little brother status & walk alone like dale who rode off on his trailbike as if im just seein him for the 2nd time 50 years later still a head full of dream & the way of dance that baulk then a blind turn thats a man makin the difficult look easy as frank yamma sings life is precious Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  U say it's the plague thats NOT life thats prison save us the tough act i saw u sadist wearing holy robes acting on justification by an idea if ur god is an idea i say u have no idea god is love & the birth of a new day every day is genesis i dont buy the blah blah narrative there are 2 its called moieties if u have 2 parents how one god? if u have sun & moon why one way as david crosby said why can't love be do re me 3 times 3 is 9 jimi hendrix did not mind till he was stitched by jealousy gifts here are regarded a disabilities do want living beings or sheep? if ur so certain the end is nigh why are u so threatened by happy singing? ma papa was a rollin stone a ha papa was a rollin stone while u manage for ever increasing profits the mask wearing's too much for me i cant be fucked keeping up the act there are more interesting things to do like gazing on the pink moon how will it change my sense of what ive previously known? which neural pathways will begin? which...

  forever promise dizzy to empty addiction teases like jealousy what could i be missing out on? but really pain im out of the corner going with the flow a while back to art that which heals that which sustains make something beautiful a flower under duress without sunlight & water dies regardless its promise & so the daisy grown between the cracks in the concrete after the rain the sunlight arrives blue sky & even if some headphobe scroller deafly blindly trods on it its imagefeeling is carried in the heart of a child pink moon Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  Exiled in the City the phantom snitch drank perspiration bubble gum from her mouth was sticky & sweet & crunchy from the dirt dirt music english romanticism heard the spirit of the land too maybe informed by dutch explorers retouching base from the heavenly first faces not to know poverty since the western mid east fall & their scarecrows their debasement of animus & their sky god mammon why one god sun when one has two parents sun & moon? $ & yet the stars & the wind entering her ovulating womb we are in the trees all punctuation cedes english  too many qualifiers what is quantity what is type when an infants face smiles at the drunk when the parents are tin men blocking out the living as if we're all concrete & steel & glass reflective surfaces bouncing superbouncingballs with brain helmet the infant is invisible to herself indivisible all her mother befuddled when the babe gurgled open arms to me slumped over my table cigarette in hand ...