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Exiled in the City

 





Exiled in the City



the phantom snitch

drank perspiration

bubble gum from her mouth

was sticky & sweet

& crunchy from the dirt

dirt music

english romanticism

heard the spirit of the land too

maybe informed

by dutch explorers

retouching base

from the heavenly first faces

not to know poverty

since the western mid east fall

& their scarecrows

their debasement of animus

& their sky god mammon

why one god sun

when one has two parents

sun & moon?

$

& yet the stars & the wind

entering her ovulating womb

we are in the trees

all punctuation cedes

english 

too many qualifiers

what is quantity

what is type

when

an infants face

smiles at the drunk

when the parents are tin men

blocking out the living

as if we're all concrete & steel & glass

reflective surfaces

bouncing superbouncingballs with brain helmet

the infant is invisible to herself

indivisible all

her mother befuddled

when the babe

gurgled open arms to me

slumped over my table cigarette in hand

coming down

from another 72 hour

minipsychosis

of superstrain weed

i fell into

for no reason

but i am weak

& in harm

harm myself

seeking not to harm others at all

me born in shame

kicked in the head in the womb

bent at birth

stars in the eyes

all smiles & tears

aching for the bush & my heart

exiled in a cell in the city







Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

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