Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

 poetry in the age of technetheism requiring us to have an identity recollecting an adolescent poem after seeing a sculpture exhibition: it takes a nimble wit to keep dry in the rain not as easy as you think to utter the obvious or plain Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  liberating freestyle poetry from text somewhat like bad boy bubby there are things ive heard i wish i hadnt a deep trauma that rattles echoing periodically inside my being like demonic possession with no cure but easing via catharsis how can i trigger warn before speaking from the unconscious where from breath errupts whether loudly or soft? Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  relativism & language creep + pc = genocide

  for Frank Yamma speaking to blakfella: make more spear therfore -- for whitefella: be like that first time, remember? Mal x

  why concrete in our streets? why? so clean cars? big shit what about the birds & the bees & the trees & the flowers & our souls i think our cities have lost the plot following a psychotic habit of imagination which is all about a lack of love who'll bare their heart first? & together we conquer fear

  t was their a precognition in my earlier years of reletive balance of future plane crashes that motivated me to cram as much reading of the classics as i could while i could manage these days a few paragraphs is as much as i can handle before the pain of human suffering is too tough for this flating petal crushed by the thug hand of fate? love redemption? & one day... who knows? another fleeting end of solipsism? Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.