Djaara
return
(Mary
Fairburn’s place – 15/12/CE2025)
Paul
understands more things about us aliens homo than me
I OVERSTAND
Heptones
sing
“sit UP
& meditate
No time to
contemplate”
Life’s
dangerous & you gotta protect yourself
That’s the
thing about wise people
They don’t
know how to protect themselves
That’s why
they’re precious
& me
mere functionary
My job is to
protect them
‘After Iggy
Pop’
My child’s
MEGACLANG
Jarred into
cartoon coyote tremors
& so my
core screams for the quiet
Existence
verbs & body count
Shaping
shattering
Wabi sabi
mending of being & now, becoming
Again was
quest
For a home
of mutual solitude
Harmony
& peace
In a dirty
bomb + enslavery
Shell egg
rolling on the fast bench top
Oh!,
Bring me
Slow…
‘Relational’
I’m
relational
Around I. Je
barely get a word in,
I’m sorry:
Around you/u
I can barely shut up.
I guess it
probably either balances out,
Or doesn’t.
Are we ever
the same?
So yeah our
Age
Talking only
to professionals
So when we
talk to amateurs
Friends
We treat
them as if it’s their job
So we talk
AT them
Not with
them
Because our
relationships are passive—active:
People are
either
In a
listener
Or a speaker
role
&
there’s no dialogue slash conversation
No banter
No jammin
No talkin
At the same
time listening
At the same
time
In short
No intimacy!
No sharing
Just talking
Giving forth
With you
girl!
Pizza?
I made the
mistake of saying yes
You told me
I made the
mistake of saying yes
You told me
that you
Have ADHD
I believe
you
You asked me
to mind your cat
He gets
below minimum wage
He also has
problems
Not you
alone
I don’t care
what your data says
You asked me
“do you want…”
The kid has
to get home
To do his
homework
Stop yelling
at him
I don’t give
a fuck about artichokes
I’m hungry
I beg you
stop talking about secret
Zionist
conspiracies
& take
your meds
I don’t
wanna hear about pharmaceutical companies
I don’t
wanna talk about politics
I don’t
wanna hear about lizard race conspiracies
I’m hungry
Please if
you would stop
Screaming at
school kids in the pizza shop
Because they
don’t have artichokes at Dominoes
U ate the
cake
That’s why
it’s gone
No one else
to blame
It’s not a
global Zionist conspiracy
From Tuesday
to Friday
It’s
Saturday
& you
still haven’t left
Please walk
out the
Door
& stop
smother-
ring your
cat
If it wants
you
It’ll come
for you
Cats do meow
It’s not a
myth
It’s not a
secret Zionist conspiracy
I feel like
Odysseus
So many
obstacles
So many
wasters
I just want
to lie/sit/walk/dance
In your
orbit girl
I was
suffering under illusions
I thought
this was the time
But my
energy is out
Time &
Space
Have not
arrived
It won’t be
soon
With tears
lining my eyelids
I blink from
weariness
Battered
& beaten
Will it be
so?
That one
evening
I will be
bathed
Then be
adorned in fresh fleece
Rubbed down
in aromatic oils
& bathe
in your divine earthly light
--
Just
early fragments from my note books all written in the country December 2025.
Maybe one
day I’ll type up some more.
I’m a bit
off typin shit up, what with the internet blackout in Iran, missiles in Syria,
wars in Congo, Sudan & elsewhere, while people starve to death in Palestine
& other places & clean water is denied to many on a planet raped &
eaten alive by the vampires, & me in Melbourne where “shh.. not in front of
the children we’re romancing the genocide for the white supremacy & every
weekend, incest & infanticide is pushed under the rug of the sacred ancient
lands piled up in concrete steel & glass for a belle epoch… blah blah blah…
“ban free expression, the gathering in groups for humanity’s & her planet’s
survival or just cancel you or even just never let you get oxygen”, to borrow
from Neil Young: “they cut the forest down to build a piece of crap” &
Yusef/Cat Stevens: “where do the children play?”
--
P.S.
The
People United Will Never Be Defeated!
…
All fragment
poems
I don’t know
why some things get on my blog & others don’t.
It’s an
energy thing
Published
& Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.
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