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Gung Ho

  Gung Ho   In the music of Patti Smith’s Gung Ho I hear History, sure James Joyce’s nightmare From which the conscious are “trying to awake” But in the openness of her sonic sculptures I hear the renewed songs of streams In the high country & the reeds, grasses, flowers, shrubs & trees Rustling in the healing breeze Woman Nature’s woman You carry the sea in you For I am dusty Too much salt in the brine I wish to surrender what is mine & be possessed by country & put a halt to History’s centuries     Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.    
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Flesh

  Flesh   I’m drowning in concrete How I long to earth barefoot & be held in your arms Tear stained cheeks     Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.
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True Story

  Lee High Road As I said to the guy From the room  Who set fire to our house When I said “get him OUT!” & he replied “no English”: “Life. Death. Which one?!” He replied “Life! Life!”. I said “alright, get him OUT!” Then, as the Jamaicans say “Everyting Cris” Or as as the Lauan Luke Carma sang “There’s no problem mate”. I put to you: “Life cult. Or Death cult.?!” Answer me that Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.
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SF

  SF I’m so sick & tired of sausage fests  As Bob says in Love Sick “My brain is so wired” Worse is my phone feed Alpha alfalfa! Woman you up & left me More’s to the point You kicked me out  Reminds me of the blues song “Have u ever been mistreated?” 5 years? Try 12! Woman you left me Left me in a valley of men It’s arid It’s barren No one’s gettin wet Like we did As I just sang Woman you left me It’s bone dry here Desertification  All fertility gone Dust storms & barren I might change my name To Sharon Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.
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