Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

  on sexuality: there's attraction there's repulsion there's work & then there's those crazy horny days

trigger warning - there are people working in mental health like this! she said she was an out of work doctor who liked Trump but i thought she's sexy & there aren't many fit single women my age up for it so i thought fuck it long shot but no more long shot than anything eh? so i thought: second date afterall i'm pretty fucked up frustrated & lonely i'd told her last week when we bumped into one another that i had schizoaffective disorder complex post traumatic stress disorder & severe anxiety i said let's just not talk politics i like ur energy second date she starts talking how she likes normal people how she's worked in psychiatry as a doctor & she's she's 100% straight & homosexuality is a mental illness affecting only 2% of the population* i was laughing hysterically by now & said man u should've gone to my boys school u would've felt right at home now undergoing investigation for torture so fucked up none of us can s...

  feral us transported at birth damaged/ing yet life the thin wineglass so easy to shatter in tired potato farmer's hands the cold clod & hot stoker -- the song of the brown mynah chittlebells Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  prespring in Naarm oh, the bumpers are wet musta been rainin

  glory prespring is here a bit later than last year i guessed when i noticed the birds but here is the park conclusive: wattle blooms such rich varieties i bathe in the air as if deep en vacances* even after only 10 minutes if i were little i am little living under delicate butter cap umbrellas inviting friends to gather around invisible bonfires & whistling barely perceptible patterns inside/outside the wind where sirens do not penetrate lest fleshy & just passing through for a cuppa this is not the 1st time ive felt like this before o sweet relief it won't be too much longer before the butterflies come astonishing concordance: its too cold to sit a winter man so i stand & make for my address approached by a little loving dog up for a play we do i smile giggles to the exercising owner she utters "little social butterfly here" ha! concordance indeed prespring hope for the spirit nature the healer & on i walk in hug i am filled with the echo of the tree ti...

  are they faking? or do some people actually like meetings? i don't wanna join a commitee i wanna whimsy frisbee & jump out the window & float above the hill like a snoring dog lettin a fart rip

  there's something very interesting tantalising beyong reach regardless of the universality of starting a conversation beginning with mistaken identity

  art is a dynamic field hard surfaces a wounded animal drying blood printed on cracked glass under light slow breath reflections behind my ear a daisy im going crazy  for a hug my phone arrived with a broken screen to let the light tinker inside your shell  where the snail is born the sea protects me from the beying wolves inside the quiet inside the noise

  trigger warnings for the white middle class while a genocide of first nations people continues unabaited xx

 poetry in the age of technetheism requiring us to have an identity recollecting an adolescent poem after seeing a sculpture exhibition: it takes a nimble wit to keep dry in the rain not as easy as you think to utter the obvious or plain Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  liberating freestyle poetry from text somewhat like bad boy bubby there are things ive heard i wish i hadnt a deep trauma that rattles echoing periodically inside my being like demonic possession with no cure but easing via catharsis how can i trigger warn before speaking from the unconscious where from breath errupts whether loudly or soft? Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.