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Crash landing + "Talk"?

 

Crash landing

 

I suddenly fell thousands of years old

That black dog of vulnerability

I am a melting slow flake

In silence

Of your mysterious contemplation

 

Maybe afterall

That 6 year old

Is beating up on me when I was 5

 

& I reminded you of your own similar

 

I wanna build you up

Not tear you down

 

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

 

“Talk”?

 

“Talk”?

She said

 

About what?!

 

& yeah

I like to talk//

 

 

Think before

I speak?

 

What the fuck?

 

I stew then I spew

Right?

 

I don’t divide things up into categories

Of CAN say & CAN’T say

 

What?

 

Talk!

 

Words!

 

Mouthfuls of air!//

 

 

Great

 

Now just say something that doesn’t sound like you’ve said it before

 

What are ideas

 

To a poet?

 

Boxes

 

To shift

 

I’m no store boy!

 

I’m me.

 

 

//

 

 

I’m angry

 

Then it ends

 

& I’m a sad lonely guy

 

 

Holding

A golden 24 hours.

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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