Full moon in Castlemaine is claustrophobic. I get a
massive hit of manic energy & they’re playing Wiggles songs for adults. I
find the Aussie cuteness obscene. Stultifying. Suffocating. I wanna be a mad
cunt & be wild like the ghetto & stage dive or scream like Berlin but it’s
Wiggles but you’ve gotta be silent like the band’s the Berlin Philharmonic, not
retired never was pretenders. Tonight it’s a full moon. When I stand 9 foot
tall. Most the month I’m about 4 foot 2, but full moon, forget about it! I
wanna rock. I wanna roll. I wanna fuck. I wanna go for a long hike through the
mountains with no night torch, just the lunar sun to light my way into the
dream of madmen. There was a dog off lead thank god. But the prey drive got
into him & so I’m like that too. & if one more person tells me to hush
for the Wiggles I’ll go for their throats.
Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.
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