Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

  I wanna be…   I wanna be More oblique again People are immune To the explicit Or it just sends them into a panic A horse, a cow A peacock & rooster     Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.

  Notes from the sick bed I’ve been studying the room so long  I wanna close my eyes Everything looks human  Like I’m hallucinating  The curtains are the worst Though the door handle’s pretty menacing  I’m not sure what evil genie conjured those I’m not sure what evil genie conjured the whole scene  Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.

  Conclusion   The main reason for my aborting this project Of the Sic Kunt Is how tired I am of show offs We live in a world packed With extravert celebrities Usually men But just so there are some ‘sassy women’ Who grow just as tedious very quickly There was also the question Of making one a target of psychos & highly aggressive people Who mistake their notion of Sic Kunt With people who take their image & their ‘code’ really seriously Whereas my approach is more about Taking life as it comes Not seeking to clandestinely profit Sometimes teaching/healing Sometimes having some fun There is also the question Of me not having suffered enough I hear a lot about ‘imposter syndrome’ But I think it’s bullshit I think one would be advised To be humble & to recognise All those others who suffer terrible plights & listen to them When my mate says “you don’t give a fuck You’re off ur chops” What he’s really say...

  “On being assaulted for being happy”   “You’re gonna keep getting in trouble with Anglo-Saxons You’re too happy” Words from my mate from Central Europe & it’s true They’ve done it to every people they’ve colonized Because of envy, because of jealousy They’re genetically mean They’re still stinkin up the place At the top of Ireland & this place I was born in Australia Is full of wealthy people Envious of other cultures Coz they have culture & the Anglo-Saxons don’t All these people have is power But inside they’re dead With their twisted faces & their 2 second laughs They hate ya coz you’ve got a smile in your face They have all these codes of behaviour But scratch beneath the surface a little & you’ll see it always ends in violence As Oscar Wilde said “if only one could teach the English how to talk…” But they’re too worried about looking good So they’ll never open up This poem is called “On being ...

  Haiku + one more: 5 days till Summer   Morning:   Even the birdsong sounds cleaner After the rain   --   The tap water tastes cooler & fresher After the rain   --   Is Tchaikovsky 6 The greatest of them all?   --   Teenie scribbles of cloud Against a dome of blue – Morning (after rain)   --   Restless dreams Arguments   --   Morning Less foggy With a hot chocolate   --   Afternoon:     Editing my book A plum & a whiskey   --   Waiting for her call Island time   --   Don’t wait for her It might be a week   --   People are big on advice How much thought do they give tho?   --   Bendigo Green Olive’s chicken risotto: Yum! Art Galleries punch above their weight   --   Listening to Slim Dusty “Every day’s a Sund’y I...

  ‘You win some you lose some’   So welfare recipient me Spending too much of his life savings Coz he’s a romantic In an age of pragmatists Head full of herb & a belly full of booze Took an Uber back to my 5 star city hotel Good night The cabbie & I talked about How the Japanese aren’t having sex anymore & we agreed that they’re too into cosmetics To look like dolls & it’s a society without pheromones The word for beauty Regarding women For instance Either means ‘clean’ Or ‘cute’ Neither sexy ideas Anyway we wished each other well & I tipped him the top amount The hotel was quiet The restaurant closed So it was back to the room for a nightcap From the mini bar Fell asleep easily Love the fresh sheets As I’ve said & woke not too dusty Ready for a light breakfast & check out & headed back to the country The day before the car park at the hotel was full Apart from a tiny space righ...

  Gospels   Once there was a cat named Matthew who lived in a box in a crazy person’s apartment. He wasn’t getting out for any reason. Once there was a frog named Mark who appeared at my door. Little guy. I was worried my old dog Rhonda might eat him so I ushered him towards the bushes. Once there was a singer named Luke who hailed from Lau, Fiji. He wrote great catchy songs but like most of us, got nowhere in the industry. There’s a bias against Islanders in this country, unless they’re the middle class, mixed race, assimilated types. There was a truck driver named John, you guessed it. He didn’t really care for the Gideon Bibles in his motel rooms. He was going to be a Sociologist. He discovered the subject at a library in a town he stopped off at on one of his routes. This was back when university courses were free in this country. Nowadays he woulda just stuck to truck driving & the world would be all the poorer. Because he changed many lives.   ...