Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

  waterlillies some blue peaking through the clouds the sun comes out lightening my conclusion or is the Shostokovich banker's lamp? the political map on the calico cat echoes the clutter on the poet's desk railed inside the general's mind as the advisors discussed overpopulation heads will roll hands up for sportsmen earning more than Mozambique? & may the best team win Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  grease chairs & screws flying through the bars into the fruit salad on the table what a mess! with sugar chilli & salt it bleeds dropped to be tossed picked up in tongs left for the flies & ants & slugs how slugs like salt seeking orgasm dried stiff dead the forks pick up canteloupe & watermelon icemelon has rarely seen the point our humble everyman redheads redden in the sun & people bask not befuddling the mind between laugh & gasp we walk the jail asylum resort island modern man's maps are profane lawful only through thievery & possession what room for the sacred? sport? games follow rules but in improvisations imagination follows no rules other than would you care to dance? see that's nice a bitta romance to hold her small soft hand between my nicotined mits is this lust or love? profane or sacred? who gets to judge? proof is how we feel the spirits watch i can see them just out of eyeshot northnorthwest u undo ur blouse i put my kiss to ur...

  at the time i wrote it i knew "silence is violence" was false but i couldn't resist the rhyme of course sometimes, yes & there is a lot of bunkum spoke but shit sticks when the clean stuff the clear stuff people keep lettin slide

  myth it went south it went south it went south is the myth no it goes multidirectionally there is no history history is a story his hit hiss t what about ours ours being it is chartible but in our cities we can't see the horizon we can't see the stars at night even the sunset sunrise moonrise moonset is blocked out we can't hear the electronic & engine noise that the ground spews forth life growth under the sea tectonic plates d & c stardust this is not just our solarsystem this is a multiverse which can never be charted without dreaming the balance of the world is outta wack coz now more people live in the city than in the country let that sink in ... how the river inside me aches to roam undammed to reconnect with the spirit of the land i hear it in the symphony of birds the light just right why this moment it's perfect innocent everywhere the steel the plastic the minerals that make this plain i doubt it will work but work i must coz language produces the i...