out of the shallows
i lost touch
with my fears
& flew blind out into the night
exile
nowhere i'd ever been before
but found new doors
the more we bottle things up
the more inevitable bloodshit bloodshed
these days
we're all presumed guilty
then forever tarnished
the con
--
takin about jokes with blakfella
an old French saying with a 92 year old from post War: "no problem mate"
what has been lost
in the singular i dentity wars
bullshit
one needs to acknowledge
all that we are
not only the bits we prefer
otherwise quit poetry
& go into advertising
--
our lineage is mixed
now here
we must move beyond our ancestors
coz we're elders now
us Fauves
us wild beasts
liberating our spirits
from masks shields & swords
give me the poet's pen
man's only protection
against Mammon's warlords
--
us blokes & sheilas on the street
gotta say gday!
friend or foe
the basis of moral philosophy
--
but back to poetry
fuck ur infantalizingdesensitizing trigger warnings!
as a 70 year old migrant poet said to me
"it's precisely the point of poetry & art:
to give u a jolt!"
Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.
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