Monday, June 07, 2004

I've been worrying about trying to say something. Nothing comes. All I have is a constant head cold and a cough. But I'm not buying into some pseudo-psycho-babble about that. It's a germ, folks, a germ.

'Saying' is strange. 'It's all just typing', innit. Just simple stuff ...

cold
in the
night frosty shake

stretched
in the
throat and tongue

air
rushes through
the last hour

stars
hard to
get in beam

looking
up into
dust and tripways

transit
of Venus
in the air


Speaking of which, these guys at Monash University are doing a live webcast of the transit. Remember, don't look at the sun!




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