Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

  after my late brother Tim had a course of radiation on his brain tumour the doc asked him if he'd suffered any negative symptoms he answered "well I still barrack for Collingwood, but I've developed a strange penchant for bad country music."

    friend did u really call me up to argue with me? i tried jokes & agreeing that i am an idiot as u alleged got u angrier. sheesh, these are angry days xx brother next time have share a little souvenir of joy something to delight in life is precious xx

the great irony for an ex teacher is how the young staff have forgotten what it's like to be a kid kids don't get mad at me now! u taught me! whaddaya want? nap time? we're all poor it's my one drink a month! it's a pub, we're alive!

  i think fondly of people i haven't spoken to in years sometimes & text em the few that reply usually say is everything ok? they cursorily try & solve my 'problems' i am happy & cry everyday i'm as tough as you are & as fragile but we're all made of the stuff of volcanoes we are people i reckon we're bananas but i like us

lao tzu appears in human form from time to time he never remembers me we walk for a bit & laugh i have no idea whether he's real or not i don't care i like the cut of his jib we laugh both of us know we have no idea what it's all about be kind surely it's a given

  the loneliness of being crazy is that no one else gets the joke 🤣

  fuckin theologues & ideologues are a dry argument

  Nietszche had no luck on the fillies

  maybe it's the vomit? maybe it's hangover? maybe it's the mental illness? what's God again? 🤣

  only bullies use their best lines

  no offence trending millenial poet you might impress the daughters of the middle class but i know more than you

  he was right about the phonieness of pity i'd rather no comment 🤣

  no, everybody, a particular song doesn't "traumatise" we're not in Guantonimo Bay it can in rare individuals trigger a memory of a traumatic event but the death of a singer doesn't "traumatise" a group en mass that's called bittersweet "literally" doesn't mean figuratively English is your only language & you've done 16 years of schooling build up your vocabulary if u have been traumatised ur not gonna bandy it about regardless of whether ur a talker or not william burroughs was right: "language is a virus"

  i know beggars can't be choosers but animals turn their noses up at some food

  "i'm thinking of being celibate" i give up

  darlin ur quite correct i'm full o shit whaddaya want? a medal?

  some jobs are dirty & hard & uglifying but someone's gotta do em why not u? some might call that being a loser i call that being a man & everything happens for a reason if u love life romanticism is not roses & necklaces only romaticism is cleaning up her vomit when she cannot or cutting her toenails nice from hospital gunk & u have the arrogance oh suave stranger to doubt another's capability to love? love is not vanity as the song goes this is nothing new love is humility as u get collected with the rubbish u put out this is nothing strange unremarked upon what has to be done it's all part of ur love for her worth every fuckin minute this poem is not only for the fellas but those who know the glory of the multidimensional workhorse the jack of all trades who are slaughtered in the wars on men all to protect the mystique of famous actors trust me any man or woman can scrub up ok it's in our DNA still as Tom Petty put it "even the losers get l...

  collective noun for 2020s punk fans: an online booking

they try to make poetry a chattering class thing when the greats would've all been barred. the 'trigger warning' class say "all welcome" on the sign till u bring in someone from the school o hard knocks then it's all smiles outwardly till next time alone they ultimatum you ex post grad: "we don't like the people ur bringing in here"

the will equally shared sole family attendee of the urn scattering 'the bad man' thank god u had another black sheep friend for company get up off the floor punch drunk brush urself off share ur last cigarette though u don't have a cent black sheep against all odds mocked blocked & underestimated multiply build new families strange unwritten melanges universes it's good to be alive fellow survivors somehow ur out of that long darkest tunnel without knowing what u were doing just being u xx