Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

  Anagram Schizophrenia In a Numbing Society/Oppression   This has gotta come off this band aid’s gotta come off. I’m exhausted. After 52 years of struggle. “Bent out of shape by society’s pliers” to borrow from Dylan. Violence in the womb. Violence from birth. Violence in school. Going to live in the place with the highest murder rate in Europe. Living in a flophouse there. Putting out fires. Literally & figuratively. The literal one that saved everyone’s life in that house. 10 people's lives I saved. Being around generally. Being around. Getting to know people at the bottom. Getting to know people on the ‘wrong side’ of the law Getting to know people on the ‘right side’ Who all jammed together. Rival gang members at my house. Being given a black bandana. A 'hood pass'. Protecting a teenage boy being beaten up by his 6ft 6 Russian stepfather. You know… Friends getting beaten up Friends getting killed   Then what was...

  Like a season without any meaningful rain   I’ve been drinking now too long I resent it, it feels like a duty The daily routine that’s killing me Worse than that it’s destroying my mind Days on end I’ve written trash I feel I’ve lost the wind in my sails Since I was diagnosed schizophrenic I’ve lost confidence in my vision I’m an outsider now like an ex-con & all I can write is the poems of the weary The poems of the slave The poems of the broken The poems of the grave Where are my ecstatic visions now My visions of infinity & eternity The only thing real now is pain Like a season without any meaningful rain   Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.    

  My brothers I’m so lucky have old friends Since I was a teenager And another since I was 2 To not have to prove myself As easy as drinking water & the madnesses of acid trips & at 52 go and listen to symphonies Every few months Have a bite & a beer My brothers We don’t need to say much We share a soul. Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.

  & St Patrick’s day today   I scalded my hand again Another hot water bottle injury I soaked it in cold water after that Pepper whining that Rhonda had Taken the rug they like to sleep on Coz it was stolen from my bed It is a much valued treasure I got drunk last night, really messy Another morning in a poet’s life Sometimes it feels bloody hard & St Patrick’s day today     Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.

  A dream which for many is a reality   A dream which for many is a reality You had cleaned up after a murder A 13 year old had fired his automatic weapon In the house Grazing the hair of a baby & he refused to put his gun down The one who killed him Had no choice We’ve seen that age doesn’t matter In such situations I had to make it look like I was painting The spots of blood on the floor For the unexpected visit From the local MP I went to get my brushes But kept being delayed by beautiful women Like sirens.   The whole day started with a cricket match & I was registering the Team with the government & I wasn’t allowed to make one mistake on the paperwork Lest I would be prosecuted by the Hong Kong Police   We were at a compound That was in northern Queensland   It was hard to know The goodies from the baddies It is easy to lump warriors Into the baddie bunch Raised as I was in middle ...

  No fuel required   I know not The Physics I was streamed by EDUCATION  Into Humanities Still I am awed By that yellow throated honeyeater Turning 180 degrees Mid flight Equal speed & no hangover distance Immediate & instantaneous & FAST! I repeat instantaneous! Mid air Fluent No different in manner Had it’ve flown in a straight line Fuckin mind blowing… I refer to PHENOMENA  But natural sciences Versus human sciences Regardless, It’s incredible! Awe inspiring & effortless… No fuel required But plant nectar & insects… Birds rock!... Way more than aerospace!... It flew forwards full speed & backwards full speed With NO PAUSE  How does something fly so fast that way & so fast the opposite way With NO PAUSE? It blows my mind!     Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.

  Rok with Me   Rok with Me I knew a woman I met her somewhere I'm not one for kiss n tell Let’s just say She’d been through war But she wasn’t broken Her mind ’d got her through it She was a genius She volunteered the first night I came over “I liked sex” & so we got down  The greatest sex of my life One night we fucked While listening to Metallica On maximum volume & the walls shook & taboos were broken Black woman I love you She was advanced intellectually & made me feel like a beginner But we clicked Intellectually & physically We laughed a lot Just before my breakdown & I was funneled back Into my childhood milieu again & was reborn for the umpteenth time, middle-class An ill-fitting suit of clothing If in nicer houses Ah basic needs! Ah shelter! But so is sex!!! Alas the functional kind Give me the ecstatic kind!!!     Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.