Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

  most people like the cold war people like things as they are the subtleties of festering petty hatreds people are happy with that all good believers need their main sin they don't want to be free but they demand their art for free eventually when conditions are bad enough  things will flare maybe they'll be a hotter war the aboriginals know all about that & so i'll butt out i've said enough people will do what they do shit usually rises to the top & most people are not too bright they hear what suits them so i return to music & poetry "a sadder & a wiser man" Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  vision (Bunerong) i see it clearly now 40 years later: when u have ur prophetic dream about the eternal epochs the this-ness of things bold upright nature animals spirit man god god has no face all feeling sustaining 4 dimensions immaculately bright perfect it's good news it's beautiful & uv got mates next to ya interacting perfectly normalising childhood daydreams we all did it & yet too many forgot & it's held eternal infinitely intimately all ur life mixing into the common weal/weave ur not alone ur friends are right there i'd go a dim sim, no money, no shops, wot homework?! fuck that's right, i've got some maths study Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  21/10/26 As One Poem   rebalance back to porridge for the first time since the descent... time to read the details one cannot heavy lift every day less the hernia compounds pus coming out of my ear a break from music for the music of life today i listen to the city as a city sider i cannot exile my centre i must grow in the concrete where i take a piss & the grasses take seed between the cracks carried in the soil of the worms bones & entrails beneath there are no accidents in life unless there is sanity too madness is all good & well as long as the electrician doesn't zap another fatally we each have our job to do regardless of this mental illness diagnosis i am not only a patient anymore than the prisoners of aged care at sundown  are unable to teach the younger even the whiskers on her chin --   vale ingrid & i had many chats a keenly intelligent autodidact who'd lived most her life in state care orphaned early, a refugee she'd lived most her lon...