Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

  Prose haiku #4 I when who you been where too? It there under the orange blanket lifted Cut was in the shards & shattered Blood is enough you get it   Copyright Malachi Doyle 2022.

  Red hi Red hi red chain green mouth why are yes when will how? Don’t drink the wind and in your mind’s ear Fortune flavours the air ducts why sand and clever hard to get into black & whisk no hi Copyright Malachi Doyle 2022.

  Poem 2 It doesn’t there was a disc Now think, you who good cheer What rabbit what is not but you Baby rapturous & confused Would snatch it with your hand Bland hill bald aren't what?   Over & under Up & down Out & in Inside surface   Rhapsodize  In spontaneous Da boo bap  Ta zwimmerzwommer twip Ya can’t swear or be honest on a work computer Blip Copyright Malachi Doyle2022.  

numbering the painting so not to lead the viewer still the viewer is led & presumes meaningless as a meaning as if visual language must mean nothing when not translated via words we now use numbers as words everything is words like gestural splashes -- an everything of things   copyright malachi doyle 2022