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Birthday Blues 2023

 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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