Mel From Melbourne 3

 

Mel From Melbourne 3

Note for my psychiatrist

 

My dear Dr why if u mind ur business then you won’t be mindin mine!!! (Is that Hank? Sorry I haven’t been listening to classic country much recently I lived in the country & heard a lot of people playing other people’s music badly

What ever happened to real bluegrass players playing it?

 

Might I request a moment of your time? I’m feeling a hyper vigilance. Very stressed, complex PTSD playing of course, I’m living in one room on little money in middle of the city, & I attended the protest against racism. It was all very negative energy, like a kind of war. Would’ve been easier not to have gone But I had no choice, Je ne regret rien xx

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I’ve really had it with angry people

Evidently you enjoy it

I don’t

The performative nature

Of living in the city

Is making me less witty

Livin in an inner

City one room

Apartment is like

(no similes are for children!)

Like living in Taxi Dreamist

Or Taxi Dermer driver

Evidently God said

“No sight to you dear boy”

Corrective behaviour

Is my slaveior

& it was a cowardly act

When they published

“Best husband: investment banker

Worst husband:

No

Best friend:

Holy women’s magazine

Designed by capitalists

Who’ve never lasted in a relationship

Mengele (my he be incinerated

& shit on it & feed it to him

& he must eat of his shit

On a recurrent loop

With no will or willy

Dead forever

Torturers lose any rights for eternity

If I go to Hell

For using his name

I understand

I’m in Hell over

Even its worst angel

The greatest moral philosophers

Of the 20^th century

I’ve read were Jewish

There are no straight lines

In nature

Primo Levi

Silence breaker

Taboo

People deal with trauma differently

Even had the audacity

To see light

No longer a slave

Until he suicided

A martyr

& killed no one else

Now I’m not saying

Dan was wrong

All I’m saying is

We were all under house arrest

& still some worked all day

& then couldn’t go out at night

& the impact will be felt

For the rest of our lives

Fuck

Tribalism/

Trivialism/

The absence of play

See they

Taught the Aboriginals

That they were guilty

To hide their bodies

& eat shit

As Kev Carmody says

“Sorry boys, our gain’s your loss

We’re gonna steal your land”

The First Peoples

Who’d achieved the benchmark

Of civilisation

I miss Christine Baranski

In the Good Fight

The horrors of late Capitalism

All new technology

Is better at its conception

Than its commercial stakeholders

Designed

“Make it for MY,

Sorry, OUR!

Benefit!”

They chorus

Trained as an electrical mechanic

The kinetic sculptor

Indigenous Mexican

All Fire Coyote

Says:

“We share the world with machines

Who have equal rights to us”

I was trained in the school of

Anthropology & Sociology

Hence my passion

For moral philosophy

Hence my pleading

Of the Israeli people

To depose Netanyahu

& allow aid to get in to Gaza

They’re not your enemy

They’re his enemy

Do you know that saying?

Stop starving people

Apartheid is wrong

All decent people detest it

All I’m saying is while

I struggle to communicate

With local tourists

I’m still happy I’m here

Eat shit

Wanker

Tourette’s is hot

Yes kind

People

Compassionate people

I like

Mean people

Discompassionate people

Fuck off!

As Axl put it

“That’s Right!!”

Coz that’s what goes down

All of us good people:

Niggas my love

As if the world isn’t racist!!!

Bigoted to the shithole

That can’t crap

Yaru’s right

I thought it was disappointing when I read it

But after thinking about it

It’s not far off the mark!

Just let us all live

In reasonable conditions

That we are all respected

As good as

No better than

Anyone else

Remember the first written English poems

Were riddles

Is it not so

With all written traditions?

Apparently not

But the Egyptians

Had a pictographic language

Which few people

Can make head

Or tails from

A bong nutter

Lived next door to

An Important man

One day the nutter’s dog

Got into the Important man’s yard

The nutter

Heard a lot of carry-on outside

& climbed the fence

Seeing the Important man

Yelling at his dog

The nutter called out to the Important man

“Hey melonhead

Stop yelling at the dog!”

Tee-hee

Very dark energy around

Most of the artists are goths

Like Byron & Shelley

Late Romanticism

Yeah I don’t know mate

I think we’re up for a man made Winter

Yunno

Now’s not the time

To talk about suicide prevention

Now’s the time

To talk about

Murder suicide prevention

If it wasn’t for migrants, queers, blaks, freaks, the vulnerable & the old

I would’ve killed myself

Long before now

& unlike

Some of you cunts

It wouldn’t be

A murder suicide

So fuck off!

I’m with Superwog’s Dad

I’m sick of people parking in

My parking lot

& idling for an hour

Cabon monoxide bitch

Plenty of car parks in Carlton

The reader isn’t battle hardened

Or innocent enough

He’s soft & mean

The word no longer

Listened to

Instead looked at

Dressed up as if meeting the king

 

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New Poem

 

Mnemonic

Not mimetic

Remember

Don’t forget

Your heart

What is psychodrama

When it’s beige

Life is a stage dear girl

It suddenly got straight

Like the fuckin wiggles

“I’m the pussyole infantilizer”

A teacher should raise a student’s eyes

As they say in the classics:

“Get the pussy wet!”

I’m telling for a friend

People are so pathetic

That they start conspiracy theories

About people they’ve never met

The mnemonic poem

The bubonic plague

 

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When I tried to look to the Heavens

All I saw were drones

I no longer lie on my back anymore

With the same innocence or reverence

It made me scared one time

Too small

3 of em

The size of grey plastic metallic bumble bees

Which we don’t get in Naarm

& anyway insects swarm

These flew in formation like military jets

Like pigeons

But even birds don’t fly in straight lines

Think I’m crazy

Then why when I called Asio

To tell em it smelt funny

Immediately a fighter jet appeared in the sky

& the place swarmed with people

This solitary spot

I never got a laicization from teaching

I still operate under Health & Safety

& the 1948 Universal Declaration of Human Rights

& I always will

 

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Next evening

I finally cleaned the kitchen

On Father’s Day

For my late old man I guess

I thought about heading down to my bar

Where my tab is $200 (ouch!)

Then I emptied some roaches

& was able to roll a small spliff

& made lentils

Where I heard the Intimate Earth’s ancestors 

& thought “I don’t need a drink”

Dad’ll understand

& he’ll appreciate the clean up

& tucker for him

Then you wouldn’t believe it

I was looking for ginger in the fridge

& found a long neck bottle of Cooper’s Green

& knew:

The faeries put it there for dad

I’m starting to get it I think

As Shakespeare said

“There’s more to Heaven, Horacio 

Than is dreamt of in your philosophy”

 

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.