Birthday Blues 2023
That’ll do,
I can barely
see
I lost my readers at the hippies
I hate racists
I hate fascists
That’s my problem
Coz I was born in Prahran
& grew up in Beaumaris
Ha
They murdered Lorca
For similar reasons
Mainly for being interesting
& it’s not I hate racists
More I hate racism
The acts
Not the person --
Everyone deserves their shot at redemption
Hit squad
Boom!
Boom!
Shovels
& buried by the side of the road
Somewhere unknown
In Franco’s Espana
Me,
Nigga Irish ‘blacks of Europe’
600 years
Forgotten today, their barbarian roots
Racist cops to the blacks in Yank
Anyway,
I’m blessed,
As are you
The worst is we never
Or rarely
Get to tell our beautiful stories
Coz
We’re too often under threat
Of how I saw Mikey today
My deAD best friend
Out a bus window
And he had that Mona Lisa smile
And the nice3 chat with the 18 year old kid at the bus
stop
And she talked about how kids these days don’t talk
They’re divided up into tribes
Separated from one another
& she was sad about that
So a poet’s job is to talk to people
Distil refract reflect
Weave
Melodiousness
From the deep blue
Of human pain
Even us
Fate/luck
Born white skinned
So be it
Or as dead Ned said
Perhaps apocryphally
“Such is love/life”.
--
It’s Easter:
Jesus
Tortured
Unto death
Saith
“Forgive them Lord,
They know not what they do”.
--
I love
--
“Marcus Garvey’s words come to pass”*
*Winston
Rodney aka Burning Spear
©Malachi Doyle 2023.
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