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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

 

 

 

 

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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?”

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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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