Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

  is it cultural? just copped a very nasty officious young woman. made me feel like shit. too many haters out there. any tip? dance? are white feminists all man haters? you try to be friendly & they're really nasty. what's their problem? is it a class thing, is it a race thing, is it resentment? they don't smile. habitually unhappy? australia's prison culture? screws? please send me a song. i really need to feel you near my love xx that's better ❤️💫 thanx🎇 mel from melbourne 2026.

  Man walking on Eggshells (after Herbert Simmons) Intergenerational trauma runs deep Catharsis is a crucial thing that PC wishes to suffocate xx In art we get out of the cage & finally we're allowed to fly Like a bandaid rip in a river stream Just don't go wading there On ulll catch something you can't eat & shit  Fuck it, it's over But still they keep coming with more nets to catch u I can't swim the river's gone dry But still I gotta fly Breathing techniques don't work everytime & man wasn't born to sit Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  sketch of the early days of a fall the fall began when an acknowledgement of Country was misused at my regular poetry reading in Fitzroy & I alone spoke out against it duting the interval. a fortnight later I met a lovely old Fitzroy battler who shared the afternoon with me before coming to the poetry reading with me, before they left fearing the inevitable judgement of hipsters against Naarm's underclass, a good percentage of whom are Indigenous. next was the sight of a stranger sitting alone in a skull & crossbone bandana where blakfella have sit ever since whenever outside 7/11. a week later i met a blakfella mate near my home in Calton who'd slept rough outside the aforesaid 7/11 who seemed very distressed. the next day I walked to the 7/11 corner & loudly reminded him & the tourists there about on which Country they stood. I walked back home emotional & recovered by listening to Archie's Charcoal Lane record quietly that night on my small bluetoot...

  i feel mute tonight. just picture poems i talk like im burning fast dead words of a ghost like macbeth's soliloquy shabbos full moon midwinter lick prespring missing mikey bait my soul home ripped away blackness star eyed & corpse gapelisp sealed by needle & thread some evil spell binds me enslayyet cosy embalmed zombie dance on the densitisity mintmandarin suns & rings of saturn for the return of the undead what strange unwritten holiday will ai turn up for cult teenagers turned 55 when the night is singed & the bare trucks of black ganesha fail to be painted because all the indigosharpened carmilanegold nails have fallen from busy crones with fur perfekbodies beauty is beast & my teeth no longer long but fallen out to make necklaces for musk & besos gums jails when is the morn of her wedding she him do wed & promise forever & for once mean it honest i do darlin u ooo send me percy pumpaloaf Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  it's not his name, is it? he doesn't know it sometimes there are some times but when he needed it, he knew it does one need to speak? or does one just talk somehow meaning intimate meaning, the rest politicks yet it's not merely diagnosis, is it Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

"cleanliness is next to godliness" we live in a situation where those who would help coz they're going through it, can't help & those who could help out of fear of contagion, won't help Publshed & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  i can't quite bring myself to sing we are the navy blues but the waltz song is kouta in a battle of competing interests & headfrickery on a grande stylio community -- the heart -- wins for me ill always be a bombers fan a man who changes his team seems shady to me & my childhood was a war against dad's black & white so tonight i might raise a glass to my beloved father who suffered so much & sought to make ammends it was wild but we had plenty of heart so ill take gutsy over cute anyday im my mother's son so ill never say the words but tonight ill allow myself to think: go the blues! heh heck i might even think we're pretty mighty 😘 just don't let em sell us out to the property developers profit sure but people matter more up the housos! the end Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  shopping at coles this constant ai surveillance "for our own safety" is the biggest load of crap ive ever heard mate, i care a lot more about me than u do! ur a fuckin recorded message & a camera for the slave drivers mal x

i  am a beast i didn't used to  be i am a beast i don't know what happened to me but earlier i kept it hid till i took the blows from walking on eggshells eggshell walking for 55 years breaks a mind so now i shapeshift weather depending i scare myself when it's stormy & i scare others with my words for i have shell shock im constantly on edge i fly into fight or flight at the drop on a hat i am not safe to talk with & i don't feel safe around anyone else it doesn't matter who's involved it always ends in tears but one good thing about me is my bark's far worse than my bite folks know deep down im a softie that's why they keep on hitting so the spirits give me a special power to keep the pricks at bay can we talk properly now? please!

  conciliate never assimilate the psyche is no business of the state

  hello xx it's tough out there isn't it? i feel like im stuck in fight or flight perpetually moments of peace then the echoes of hatred come on top on me & im trapped everytime i leave the 'house' which is really a one room cell in the middle of the city all i can afford i know im lucky i have something but life without love feels like hell mal

  "caught b/w 2 worlds something's gotta snap caught b/w 2 worlds the real deal & a piece of crap..." self consciousness is created by life's hits pleasure & pain via opiates & violence the social hence we come to exist as selves  seperate from a greater self this is something without divisions of conscious self or unconscious self the mirror is a recent phenomenon as for the camera & today's phones & finally social media in short: horseshit! Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

 no comment such is life i am da bagman & u? how r u?

  u drivin thru r ya?

in short if ive upset you personally talk with me about it don't talk about about me in groups behind my back thats called bullying & bullies can fuck the right off! sick of ur fuckin games its not high school bish! mal x

had been a while since i pressed the flesh with young whiteout morgan his concerns with material affairs surprised me til i realised id been blind like a western seeker he sees

  dress like a woman bang bitches while children's cries of desperation fall on deaf ears australian holocaust in plain view naarm carlton

  is some parts of the queer ticket the non binary a trick of the radical racist right? years ago as a school teacher kid's slip algorithmic tropes on on the night the question was celebrated either way blak blood was shed kids in police custody  another day in oz lest we forget

  did u hear it too?

 or i broke for a time through the fight or flight but can we just go with the flow? this is the $64000 question i got out of the corner by letting people in xx i guess it's hard to trust these days what with the internet  & the world in disarray (sing!) read sing (solid) in no apparent order nice bass runs angels Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.