Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

  no sex no God just what my mum Maureen who loved both called the 'umble' naysayers save us the high moral ground payola & of course i wouldn't vote for facists as they would if it served em i hate uniforms i like bogans & let's be honest the new 'Left' hates the underclass they think they know it all coz they've done a course the underclass has culture the new 'Left' does not & what was that Palestine bullshit about? of course it's evil so's the Congo so's Western Australia & the Northern Territory write to your politicians enough pantomime they took their eye off here! & now it's too late there are no medals coz people are too busy scrolling we've had enough of the mother father issues life's service is blood sweat & tears! it's a fuckin social club up against a cartel

  it's spring i'm a dog with my balls in place u smell good let's fuck

  when we orgasm hard  together no one's chatting there's no such thing as words the rest of human life is hyperactivity foreplay but sympathy is we're into one another we both know the universe knows

  too much thinkin i'll never be a lesbian my mother explained sex enthusiastically well to me while most boys learned from porn she loved sex with her men i'm sold on women i've fucked enough i'm sympathetic enough i don't require words anymore if u & i are into one another i'll know what to do i've evolved mind & body whatever i'm a man anything u can throw at me i don't really care now i'm ready to show you something girl

  u were my prepubescent muse michaelangelo's david then i saw sonja but girls were other i thought fuck sculpture eureka! electra doesn't like that & honestly i get it oedipus fares no better there is no logos to poetry eireann is a shamrock slainte oz

  i had a mate who was a fellow alien he suggested a foursome one of the most brilliant suggestions i've ever heard he reckoned "good bonding" to me it's a poem best in the imagining

  we're lesbians

i know how sensitive u are so am i that's a hard nut for ya fuckin tough being exceptional people expect miracles on tap miracles aren't like that & few can distinguish a talent from a gift

i    love tough nuts i love to make em laugh coz in my own gooey way i'm a tough nut too we're both a bit punchy the Irishman & the Englishman & neither of us like sectarianism that's why i write poetry & u dance poetry aussie mates xx

  i've made mates with a marklark he looks at me funny one day early one i talked to him a lot he kept checkin me out i kept talking & he eyed me further then before i knew it he flew & pecked me in the left eye i got the message he's losing his habitat & all the flapjaw in the world is worth almost jackshit to him but we both know we love one another i went inside the cafe & improvised the song of the mudlark i later came out & threw him a little ham they're mainly carnivores & he's the only native bird around in a place of fancied pigeons & brown mynahs we're good now but now i wear my glasses 😘

  today as always men & women are impossible & yet regardless of property we fit even for a night & forever our stars renew reverberating forever

  after my late brother Tim had a course of radiation on his brain tumour the doc asked him if he'd suffered any negative symptoms he answered "well I still barrack for Collingwood, but I've developed a strange penchant for bad country music."

    friend did u really call me up to argue with me? i tried jokes & agreeing that i am an idiot as u alleged got u angrier. sheesh, these are angry days xx brother next time have share a little souvenir of joy something to delight in life is precious xx

the great irony for an ex teacher is how the young staff have forgotten what it's like to be a kid kids don't get mad at me now! u taught me! whaddaya want? nap time? we're all poor it's my one drink a month! it's a pub, we're alive!

  i think fondly of people i haven't spoken to in years sometimes & text em the few that reply usually say is everything ok? they cursorily try & solve my 'problems' i am happy & cry everyday i'm as tough as you are & as fragile but we're all made of the stuff of volcanoes we are people i reckon we're bananas but i like us

lao tzu appears in human form from time to time he never remembers me we walk for a bit & laugh i have no idea whether he's real or not i don't care i like the cut of his jib we laugh both of us know we have no idea what it's all about be kind surely it's a given

  the loneliness of being crazy is that no one else gets the joke 🤣

  fuckin theologues & ideologues are a dry argument

  Nietszche had no luck on the fillies

  maybe it's the vomit? maybe it's hangover? maybe it's the mental illness? what's God again? 🤣

  only bullies use their best lines

  no offence trending millenial poet you might impress the daughters of the middle class but i know more than you

  he was right about the phonieness of pity i'd rather no comment 🤣

  no, everybody, a particular song doesn't "traumatise" we're not in Guantonimo Bay it can in rare individuals trigger a memory of a traumatic event but the death of a singer doesn't "traumatise" a group en mass that's called bittersweet "literally" doesn't mean figuratively English is your only language & you've done 16 years of schooling build up your vocabulary if u have been traumatised ur not gonna bandy it about regardless of whether ur a talker or not william burroughs was right: "language is a virus"

  i know beggars can't be choosers but animals turn their noses up at some food

  "i'm thinking of being celibate" i give up

  darlin ur quite correct i'm full o shit whaddaya want? a medal?

  some jobs are dirty & hard & uglifying but someone's gotta do em why not u? some might call that being a loser i call that being a man & everything happens for a reason if u love life romanticism is not roses & necklaces only romaticism is cleaning up her vomit when she cannot or cutting her toenails nice from hospital gunk & u have the arrogance oh suave stranger to doubt another's capability to love? love is not vanity as the song goes this is nothing new love is humility as u get collected with the rubbish u put out this is nothing strange unremarked upon what has to be done it's all part of ur love for her worth every fuckin minute this poem is not only for the fellas but those who know the glory of the multidimensional workhorse the jack of all trades who are slaughtered in the wars on men all to protect the mystique of famous actors trust me any man or woman can scrub up ok it's in our DNA still as Tom Petty put it "even the losers get l...

  collective noun for 2020s punk fans: an online booking

they try to make poetry a chattering class thing when the greats would've all been barred. the 'trigger warning' class say "all welcome" on the sign till u bring in someone from the school o hard knocks then it's all smiles outwardly till next time alone they ultimatum you ex post grad: "we don't like the people ur bringing in here"

the will equally shared sole family attendee of the urn scattering 'the bad man' thank god u had another black sheep friend for company get up off the floor punch drunk brush urself off share ur last cigarette though u don't have a cent black sheep against all odds mocked blocked & underestimated multiply build new families strange unwritten melanges universes it's good to be alive fellow survivors somehow ur out of that long darkest tunnel without knowing what u were doing just being u xx

 i would imagine what people in the majority world might not realise about us westerners is how lonely we are. community has been ravaged by Capitalism. most people are just looking for friendship these days. Naarm/Melbourne could be great if the property developers pissed off to Mars. what i've learned is how many of the underclass are really fuckin cool intelligent progressive people. they're tight with first nations people. the aspirational class are the bigots. they only worship money. & wouldn't share a biscuit with a poor person. the local people are safe. our jails are growing by the day. & their regulations are growing crueler with every hastily written law. & all the kids are diagnosed with adhd for breathing xx kids have energy. & a lot if they're abused. let em be kids! inverst in the younger generation. kids learn differently & at different paces. teaching em something that could be interesting & relevent to them. don't treat em l...

  later meditations resonating namatjira undefeated by mass distortions & kitch he deep & miracles wow! sky into mountain not how? there is no how well yeah if u must pendant mind but nuh just wow! just yes! just wow! no less than vincent or ludwig just not just wow!

  & snow fell   It was twilight on reality When the sun came up & a little pup sneezed moo meow She said to her metcalf I’ve suffered enough Obduracy & bum Then waiter said if ur not gonna buy anything We don’t care what value a talking dog can add Robots are more fun like death The clientele want to be left alone with vacuity & numbness No one is allowed to talk this is a church Strange bar he thought & everyone’s just eating bread Anyway before he could beg for butter & puppies are the apotheosis of cute are they not That’s right there is no reader Who writes this shit? I don’t understand said the doctor Hey man, I thought you were in charge? Cheese?     --   Does the hard left have time for psyche Does the right have time for ceasefire Said the sewing kit to Pancake Tuesday I’m hungry & the larder is empty & I usually spare eating my companions     --...

  My antipathy for vulgarity Is a hang up I guess poets hear music in language That functionaries block out What billy bragg called Talking to the tax man about poetry Is this political Or spiritual? How is life political & lifelessness sound business Something is up in the state of denmark

  This ol’ heart of mine By Malachi Doyle   1. Swelling Shrink Dry out Drink Typing required the Right hand seeks A woman my girl Your tiger’s eyes eclipse All else Love tied To a spirit Once met Never forget Never forgot Maid marion & Judas Iscariot Dig I dig Like my potato ancestors Like Heaney These stumpy somewhat arthritic dogs I fog Is waking In clarity Dreams I dream clearer than see Always have How Feral me Damaging/damaged/& yet I have deep aboriginal friends Who talk & I listen Me o translator Humble servant with my tin rattling tourettes The shadow to my quest for just being-becoming Is there an I? I cry For u Lu When no one knew That the women’s group didn’t like me for u Infantalizing on you my love As if a belgian zoo child & yet none of this matters with us When I’ve seen & heard with keen eyes Not seeking Yet finding My visions From unknown ...