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I had made serious art

 

I had made serious art

 

My new friend Max said she didn’t realise I had made serious art

All she’d heard was my lighter funny stuff

I was stunned

 

After years of fighting my way through childhood violence

Fighting on the front in the Third World

My ex-wife’s battles with death

Coming to terms with the deaths of all my most dear

Grieving my father & picking through the corpses to locate my life force

 

I’m celebrating now

The end of years of sorrow, rage, grief

& psychological instability

I feel GOOD

De ne na ne na ne na

 

Like James Brown

Abandoned at birth

Into a firestorm, beaten & bullied

My complete mental breakdown

Which left me mute for 2 years & from which I will never fully recover

 

But FUCK IT!

I’ve made my peace with incompleteness

& I’m a bit kinky

I wobble a bit on my legs

But it’s GOOD!

This miraculous life

 

I wouldn’t be dead

For a squillion a week

& my madness is GOOD!

 

Mad enough not to get down about the media issue of the month

I barely look at it these days

Like a medieval abstainer from church

 

& I’m happy

 

I refuse to be oppressed

By the misery machine

 

& if I ever face the firing squad

I will do so pulling a face, laughing

2 fingers up

A drink in one hand

& a cigarette in the other.

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2023.

 

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