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A fuckin GOOD day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you!!! (love hearts I’m throwing rose petals While not native Which is bangin! (comma) Is still bangin!!!!!)

 

A fuckin GOOD day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you!!! (love hearts

I’m throwing rose petals

While not native

Which is bangin! (comma)

Is still bangin!!!!!)

 

 

Now once coming to the realisation that I’m not a sic kunt

I don’t even know if I exist

A flow of energy that’s tidal

& some days the high tide is HiiiiiiiiiiiiiGGGGGHHHHH!

But still with a thorn

With a chip

 

I digress, by way of introduction,

Here begins the tale, as much prose as verse:

 

An ethnically Chinese man

After a lovely gentle loving exchange

Gifted me an oyster shucked

Straight to my hand

As fresh as it gets

Opened 5 seconds before it was down

My cakehole

Full of pristine brine

It was a good time

 

“God is in all of us”

A Nepalese commuter & I agreed

I held my hand to my heart

& we smiled au revoir

 

3 minutes later

Beautifully salty mouth

I supped some water

& soon after a Gangnam style

Hotel bottle of 9 dollar single malt

Which I shot sitting in the sun

On a fence in front of the Uniting Church

Yes I’m Irish Catholic

But I ain’t mad at ya

As my Jamaican brother Richard says

 

I sat in the sun

& put my bag down

& like John Lennon

Watched “the wheels go round & round”

Unlike him

I didn’t love to watch them roll

Too fast they go

The world is heading too fast

SLOW DOWN!!!!!!! MY SIBLINGS! (love heart)

 

& so I retreated to the shade

Of a gumtree

When I realised there was a funeral approaching

 

Strategic & vibe union retreat

 

& yes the whiskey mixed danced perfectly

With the aura, what does Chloe call it?

Of the oyster & the sea

The Irish call it ‘bloss’

 

I felt unable to write this poem in the churchyard

Like the Cowboy’s Lament

I find you “near tonight

In this starlight on the plains”

 

I’m rewriting

The notebook entry

Is in the pub

 

Where a South African man

Shared his light on my tale

By spontaneously pouring me

A Tassie whiskey

 

& feeling blessed

By humanity & life

The drunk in me buys myself a beer

 

As I sip

I write

 

Mainly water

 

Coz I’m skint

Till next week

Ah welfare

Ah well

 

Oh yes I forget

I told my muse

She’s “far from reality”

She’d infer I was disgruntled

Do you know Natural Black?

 

As the Aussies say

“How good is this?!”

 

As I say

A bangin day

 

I’m now speaking with the miraculous

Mirage

Of the woman in the shiny red skater jacket

Oft on the rollers

Who would

 

Because my notes ran out

A woman so rich & rare

As skint as me

But owned diamonds of the sea in the hearts of us all

 

The bells rang out

& nothing did lack

& when she left

 

I floated on up to my shack

 

Noting the skip in the rhythm

Of the ticking green light

& heard the Kerryman’s agreement

That indeed this day was a fantabulous lilt

 

As the song goes

& maybe it sums up today

Despite 800 years of oppression

We are born of a mission

 

“For when Irish eyes are smiling

It can steal your heart away”

 

You know what?

I’d say that about the genuine smile

In everybody

 

Each humming on

By the spirits

Of the Kulin Nation

 

Still there’s so much more

So much more

This is but a souvenir

Of the good that’s in us all


Oh yeah,

The whole purpose of my day

Was as a mentally ill person

About my gout or whatever the hell this swelling & pain is in my foot

Coz usually I’m too busy with interesting blather

Great stuff usually comes up

& I forget to see to my illness

To see my doctor

Who’s an hour & 1/2 away by train & walking

& when I’m 10 minutes away I get a call that he’s called in sick for the day

So, like most of the best stories:

Today was a wonderful wild goose chase

But as my brother Tim says:

“I wouldn’t be dead for a squillion a week!”

 


Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.

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