Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

  'Punk' Sociology (Participant Observation)   I’m chilling back at home, now Needed a spliff This is in no way definitive I couldn’t see quite a lot even though I was near the front Once things came to a stand off I didn’t see much of ‘the enemy’ We were prevented from seeing one another Just the guttural roars of “BOO!” from the blood lusters at their front I saw the name of Jesus on a sign Which made about as much sense as the lot of nonsense Man I’d taken Eucharist in the morning prior Of a divided people Their upside down Aussie flags turned up the right way just after we were turned back down Collins St from the corner of Elizabeth Street & the capsicum spray – not too bad Young blokes love a stoush As do female inquisitors The Safran thing strange After his legendary decades & he was ‘shot down’ as a ‘Zionist’ for taking on the Fascists with his dynamic holy wit Very strange I grew up with partition Nothing intellectual about it It’s IN you Thoug...

  Abandoned  Good to remember  We’re all accidents of birth Each of us as human as the other & sacred as all One doesn’t have to be cowed  By bullies My question is for adults Who care about human rights: Where were you? We were kids & women Against a menace of men Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.

  The gift of reading (‘each one teach one’) Some have dirty ones Some have spotless hi-viz Some call it pride Some call it hiding in plain view Some have the reds Some have the blues Some have the purples Some walk in circles  Some call it photo op Some call it stop photoing strangers Unless uv sought permission  Some call it algorithm  Some call it ‘beware the man of one book’ Some have big ears like Dr Spock Some like it cold Some like it hot A sister & I spoke about balance Someone once bought a beer ‘For the man who “shot Liberty Valance”’ Some get barred many times over Some say silence is golden Some silences are stolen Some enforced I still think the best sports car is the Porsche 911 I bet they don’t issue those anymore do they? Teleported millions of wonderful Americans  One of them a painter said Something about mixing comedy with taboos Some people will kill over it Most comedy you yawn till you snooze Some say ‘if you snooze you lose’ In Austral...

  2 I've got one. I blew the 'Fascists' away with my breath. Private school boys mercenaries with no dirt on their hi viz. Eat shit! Phoney wiggle pantomime. I unmasked em. Trying to give the underclass a bad name. I read my 'bogan' poem called Bogus & they look scared: bloodclaat! Bogans are safe. Life Muslim hospitality. Two: Gay's not gay. Gay is hot! xx One love xx Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.

  The spirit of love   What is it that Herman Hesse says about words turning vaguely absurd Shortly after they’re uttered? That’s why intimacy is such a crucial process In the balancing of one’s life That one hears much more than deracinated words Rather than the letter of the lawyers’ law One feels the spirit of love     Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.  

  From Muineachán to Naarm   Kavanagh’s Great Hunger indeed Moves a lonely man to tears Not a farmer, me But a gardener of concrete, heart & steel Choppers fly over & rev down Lygon Street The wail of sirens & I am cold Yesterday evening, skint at the bar I spontaneously sighed “thank God for women” & finally my algorithm shifted From male sport to female play Arundati Roy, Toni Morrison, Sylia Plath Elizabeth Barrett Browning Twice the poet of her droll husbands On this we agree the genders are scared Scared of violence Scared of humiliation Scared of real intimacy But is it fear or shame that make it so hard to be loved? & so Patrick Kavanagh & often enough me when I’m not high or drunk Turns the clay like “a mechanised scarecrow” In the hope of a potato Or a pint of porter Lonely yet lightened by the fertile imagination Stirred miraculously by certain women in their 60s Though older she’s compas...

  Libido (at 54?) I’m only into sex When I’m aroused Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.