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High Poem 2

 

High Poem 2


You don’t like Art?


Think again


It’s just like a product you can buy!


Relax


Enjoy

A little Wray & Nephew my good man

This talking game takes itself unwisely seriously shaped by the sentence,

As does prison

People think that they make sense

A discriminating mind used for discerning on the computer

One must say no or hear the word no so often here in this concrete & noise
It’s not a jungle really

Coz the locals can't/don’t (?) hang out on the street

Where people tell themselves they love themselves

Tears dew the topical gutters

I saw

Involuntary mirroring

Unconscious mirroring

A perspicacious mirroring

People getting nervous about facts as if one is making a value judgement

People don’t know why they head on to Carlton on a Wednesday late Autumn evening

“People.” Find a more interesting word fuckwit!

Ok Tabatha

Tabatha gets nervous about all the icecaps melting as she looks hungrily at her choc top

Fernando gets musical with his jackhammer

Tabatha likes lampposts a great deal

As if she were a dog in a previous life

As focused as the air you work on

Like horses flick their tails

My concrete’s cleaner than yours
I vomit INSIDE 

The anxiety part of my schizo-affective disorder is that I feel like the environment is on me

Of course I do live in the centre of a big city in a one room shack

Sittin neath a tree by the railroad track

As Chuck Berry put it

Realism is the idealised version of what is likely to happen

Taking out the many daily things that don’t fit the picture 

It’s a style of literature

Concerned with aesthetics

It’s not a branch of philosophy

When one is high there is no division between inside & outside

This is nothing to be frightened of

Until you don’t know that this is only language

If so, then go to the psychiatrist

Thank you my big brothers

9 & 11 years senior

For letting me be Malachi the Masher at 3

Listening to Li Bai at 24

I demonstrated light & shadow

The first passion was Lorca

Though at school I’d read Donne

He was briefer than Tolstoy

Then I fell in love with a woman & chose to be pragmatic

Of course getting laid was nice

Of course inside & outside are same when you’re high

So maybe I’m in control maybe I’m not?

Just like you

I’m just like you

How do you zoo do per dare?

& then fear of the madhouse

But I guess we all end up somewhere

I wanna be humble

I don’t wanna have to fight no more

But the language makes you do it

For being a poet

I’ve been thinking about this dancehall song

I love you too much to ever start liking you

Very interesting concurred Peregrine

& that’s when I get a little ‘punchy’

Like all old boxers do

Taken too many blows

Now for a moment of delusions of grandeur

Followed by self recriminations

The joy of the flow

It looks slow

But yunno who knows the mind of another (hu)man

One never feels like a shower when they don’t want it

But when they do dot along a windy road

Trail mix

Baby oil

Butter

I heard a Chinese man sing as if his life depended on it
& all our lives depended on it

As my father taught: “become the song”

A gift comes with at times terrible responsibilities

But it’s crucial that it is used

Our lives depend on it

A light in the darkness

Turns us on to the day

& casts profound shadows in the dark

Undoing knots




Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.

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