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Sunrise clouds in charcoal like a flock of geese

 

Sunrise clouds in charcoal like a flock of geese

 

Sunrise clouds in charcoal like a flock of geese against the blue collared with white tucking into a black brown stout I’ve been up a few hours my period on heat has passed & I’m avuncular again

frankly looks a little like too much work passing with the lunatic’s full moon now waning on me for 17 years since psychosis & ever increasing amounts of tranquilizers

the light shines through only occasionally the medication & the booze see to it though dreams sometimes I’ve had visions now all is broken as Zim says

my mind is busted my soul is done so why guard against certain thoughts from whence do thoughts arise anyway

so surrealism & absurdism have built up artillery & apocalyptics are in power the order is dangerous & art is safe not since gangsta rap has art shaken the moral order now the leader of the free world gags about grabbing women by the pussy so I don’t know what I’m gonna do while the missiles fall the world going to hell just bear witness that’s all we can do

commercial news pumps out divisive poisons each night & coz they’ve got the footy it’s what people watch this morning I woke in the dark sip of tea plenty of water silence as I redrafted yesterday’s poem & said you know it’s pretty good here comparatively

then breakfast Bootleg 8 a glass of stout & writing this mess I’m trying to find something useful in Israel started bombing Iran & Iran retaliated but of course it’s not that simple anyway I’m not talking about the middle east too many voices all at once none of them experts playing a cacophony of

someone’s having a fight next door little hotboxes what should an Australian make art about what’s an Australian?

career artists thinking about commercial viability or many of them in the universities cowing to vice chancellors so I’m just lickin the road I spoke to the barman but he’s not gonna tell you how he’s goin he’s got his job to think about so few tell ya honestly only the crazy you can trust to level with ya

God protect me from the sane lock up their feelings & dreams at home when they attack their families with them but yeah the poet writes & there’s no one who reads ’less their careers in it

I got really horny after meeting an exceptionally beautiful woman but that was all to no end some people say just use a sex worker but I have a block on that anyway this says nothing about our time except that most things are happening online & it’s dominated by malignant forces & the young think it’s real coz they’ve never known life without it & their algorithms are long set profiled meanwhile the streets are dead & the people that brave going out are usually cool though you wouldn’t know that coz you’re always on your headphones & phones I know this because I walk the streets everyday & I’m living in a university area you struggle to speak coz you’re not used to talking lack of practice coz I’ve met uneducated people who converse a hellavu lot better so what does a poet do when people don’t read they have to do audio tracks man I’ve done thousands of them but they invariably they sound educational in other words lame

so I’ll continue with my blog & attend the occasionally poetry night even if my stuff will go over people’s heads because people don’t know poetry they know speechifying in other words propaganda propaganda like we have in this country for social engineering purposes which is what most art is modelled on coz people’s connection to art is mainly via advertising

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.

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