Politicians use
power selfishly. Mussels
use it shellfishley.
Before being killed at seventeen, I was G C Kite-Powell. Now zombiefied, I have breathed ghostly, fragmented life into this blog. Within, you will find a series of snapshots in the form of corrupted, subjective haiku, intended to enliven.
Breathe deep
The gathering gloom
Watch lights fade
From every room
Bedsitter people
Look back and lament
Another day's useless
Energy spent
from Nights In White Satin (Full Version)
- Moody Blues
Thursday, 12 May 2011
Tuesday, 10 May 2011
138 Light-ish: Elixir? (Created 10May11)
Thirty years, and yet
students stay young. Not me! Should have kept studying.
137 Neutral-ish: Psychos (Created Apr11)
Metal box weapons,
driven with callous disregard,
stress and kill cyclists.
136 Dark-ish: Silence (Pre-adult, created 10May11)
Dad ranted questions.
Dumbstruck me: cracking. More SHOUTS.
Mum scolds... Trauma's born.
Monday, 9 May 2011
135 Neutral-ish: Usefulness (Created 09May11)
Skilled staff work the
broken wealth machine. Skill-less
suffer as rich bask.
134 Light-ish: Loyalty (Created 09May11)
Keep your friends close...
Appreciate their aging wires, plugs, games.
133 Dark-ish: Dad-in-my-head (Fifty-one, created 09May11)
Rogue's impromptu
flashbacks trigger despair, block
memory, distract.
Sunday, 8 May 2011
132 Neutral-ish: Lifestyle (Created 08May11)
The route's suggested...
Fearing lack, conformists flog
paths to fear of loss.
131 Dark-ish: Forty Year War (Fifties, created 08May11)
Dad's narcissistic,
no-retreat-no-surrender
war's met by bad sons!
130 Light-ish: Little Two Stink! (Created 08May11)
Cat's back. Poohs clean tray.
Bad stink. Put fresh litter, clean.
Glad cat repoohs! Aaargh!!