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Long night & next morning

 

Long night & next morning

 

‘Individualism’

 

Atomisation

Is killing us –

 

Essentialism

 

 

--

 

Flower child,

Speak through

My heart

 

 

--

 

Quote from Chuang Tzu:

 

“He stands upon

What is fathomless

& walks where no

Path exists”

 

(trans. Stephen Mitchell)

 

 

--

 

O snail

So compact

So stand alone

But when you

Dance with another

You metamorphose

 

 

--

 

Double booking two

Vulnerable people

You love very much

 

 

--

 

‘After Rikyu’

 

Dad liked Dilmah tea

My mate Len likes Dilmah tea

I normally get Twinings

Irish breakfast

(my paternal grandfather trained there)

But the Dilmahs were

On the bargain table

So this will be interesting

I do take tea seriously

As one should.

It’s tea!

 

 

--

 

‘Radio to the stars’

 

On the stereo now

The Mozart piano piece

From the balletic dream

I had 25 years ago

Still one of the funniest

Things I’ve ever seen/witnessed(?)

Awake or asleep

 

 

--

 

‘Succulents’

 

Cactus flower girl

I’m wild about your

Barefoot kickin up the dust

In your aqua summer dress

 

 

--

 

‘Archangel Blues’

 

Listening to Live at

The Fillmore West

Grateful Dead

Mourning Tim

I’m sure he’s havin a

Rockin time in the spiritworld

 

I don’t normally

Admit to weakness

But life feels

Thin without him

& I’m hurtin

Why does God

Take the best ones

First?

 

 

--

 

End of the work

Night

The restaurants downstairs

Put their rubbish

In the bins in the

Alleyway

Or is it homeless

People looking to earn

Some coins?

 

 

--

 

My brother Tim

Was my 12 o’clock

My due North

My compass

My orientation

Now I’m gonna drift

Round the clock

& off

 

 

--

 

Listen to Grateful Dead & Planxty

& learn about

Irish Spirituality

Who knows where

It’ll lead?

Looks like I’m stuck

With white people

 

2 ethnic wives

Maybe I’ll find myself

A pretty Colleen?

 

Us lonely

Solitary Europeans

The poet in his eyrie

Surveying over the

Vale

As the towers

Of glass & steel

Climb into the clouds

Disturbing the Heavens

 

I don’t wanna be a

Good boy Nirmala

“I don’t wanna be

A soldier mumma”

I don’t wanna be

Blue collar

I don’t want to have

A concrete buried heart

 

I wanna scream

I wanna cry

& dream

 

I just wanna get high

& fly somewhere

 

I can gaze

At the night

Sky

 

All I see is the

Road & men

 

Where are the women

Hiding?

 

Or are they

Being hidden?

 

 

--

 

On self pity:

 

Uwaabuwaabuwaabuwaabuwaa-ah!

 

 

--

 

Next morning:

 

Look up!

There’s a rosette

Of light

On this blue sky

Day

 

 

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.

 

 

 

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