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High Poem

 

High Poem

 

7 equals 1

My friend eats a bun

Yes you’ve gotta

Mentally work it out

Yunno not ‘literally’

We’re oppressed

We’ve been colonised

Time to grow up Australia

I’m curious

& have curiosity

To observe oneself

As displaying

Predominant analysis

The thinking person

Homo sapien

Herb is wonderful

Fuck yeah

I FEEL too

I feel fucking great

De-flating

Lightening the load

As Carmody says

I was naked

Like me parents

Fuckin trapsing around!

Ha!

I ain’t mad

I’m trippin!

According to a seriously

Smart guy

He’s translated the Bible into Fijian

For the first time in over 100 years

Indigenous Fijian & Tongan

Dr Robert Wolfgramm

& my first mentor

Said in passing once

“Mal you’re confusing

Religion & theology”

I think what he was saying was

That Ritual & the Social

Are as at least as important

Of course he’s a Sociologist

As well as a practiser of his faith

He’s done a lot for his people

I never understood

The call of a cause

Maybe I’m so daft

Or chosen

To have poetry as my cause

This tall poppy shit

YES I take what I write

Seriously

That’s a good thing

For a poet

 My ancestors grew up in a hut

& now do I

Dad always said

Good to take your glasses off

My father the poet

Remember mood light

Like a lighter

On a cone

& on your face

In the springtime evening

One drowses

Like the caterpillar

Too ‘lagging’

For poetry

Everything feels ‘lame’

I’m writing

Because I’m a monkey

Without sex appeal

Read those words carefully

My boy

Don’t mistake

Poetry for science

But if you knew

You were a classicist

In Architecture

Choiceless in it

I’m a brutalist

Not the movie

Haven’t seen it

Know nothing about it

I prefer ensemble casts

Like Bird

Character dramas

I wish we lived in a funnier time

As in comedy

Not ‘odd’/’interesting’

I believe it’s possible

To speak

It’s been an outdoorsy week

Sacred earth Naarm

I gotta lie down

Yesterday I saw

A lower horizon

Have I some sense of direction?

The sun in the West

Delighted me

Like a man who’s

Fantasizing about

Getting women again

10 years as a carer

To a sick woman

Yet the happiest years

Of my life

Sick as fuck

A total sic kunt

Just a bit up herself

That’s banter!

You think you know

What’s going on?!

I thought of Darren

I used to sit with at boy’s school

Who did not give a fuck

That was a good lab partner

The only bit of levity

In the place

There was humour of course

But really competitive

& low on authenticity

Commercial was selected

Over anything to do with

People

The backwards & forwards

Of the tide

People kill for hate

People kill for love

This is beyond

The clutch of Capitalism

As in “An Amateur’s Manifesto” (Doyle M., 2022) - Me

Yeah Magpie

How about we get

Beter acquainted with one another

Shostakovich’s later string quartets

So tight

It rivals James Brown

For the Cold War

Still,… …

… (speaking confidently) Nothing

Hang that out

Hang it out

It’s gone rank

I had a fucked up childhood

Still I know some

Can’t even remember any of it

Naarm

I saw a face in the sky

Crying

Then I saw one defiant

& his gaze I held

Who knows why for?

But it gets one to wondering

You say we’re all the same

But different places are all different

Yet u wanna use the one system

Butt plug

Leave my ass alone xx

 

We don’t know much

Other than

What not to eat

Don’t get straight on me

I’m blagging

Lewisham SE

Original

I had this woman

Who was really into me

I couldn’t deal with it

Coz dealing

Is not being straight up

How come the English

Never gave me a hard time

But their progeny are devils

I just want someone

To play with

& what I, Rasta

Say about Trump

“a Likkle no one”

Mixing Irish & Jamaican

Carmody’s the big one for me

Just don’t get ABC-ed!

 

I want someone

To play with me!

The hardest thing about nothing

Is having no one to play with

In adverted commas

‘Serious’ chat

My friends are 10, 15 & 91

& animals

& every point

Of classification

Is lame

“Crawl on your arse fucktard!”

I’m not interested in happiness

I’m interested in love

Who said that?

Or did I dream someone saying it?

Melbourne’s too cut throat xx

People without intergenerational wealth

Are desperate

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.

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