oh to be able to do long blog posts again. I wish for the day!


i guess when i begin commuting for several hours in Sydney and to Canberra there'll be all the time in the world. Oh joy overbrimming!




Ah well. I'm still alive, for those that were planning a party.





still alive, but barely kicking
the pulse machine is barely ticking
i'm the marble God is flicking
straight towards the bag

we'd like to think Death's far away
"OTHERS get it" we all say
But Death might visit any day
And then your soul He'll snag.



(Anthropomorphism: every budding poet's friend)