Saturday, 23 July 2011

234 Dark-ish: Cremation

His body was cooked 
last Wednesday.  As outsiders, 
Stu. and I didn't go. 

Friday, 22 July 2011

233 Light-ish: Body Odour

Acrid's stench shimmers:
Rancid urine's
stink, rank sweat,
and putrid vomit.  

232 Neutral-ish: Security vs Freedom

The police state stalks.  
Sheeple sleep safe now, but germ war
vaccinations loom. 

231 Dark-ish: Crush (Pre-teen)

Walking to Perrins',
Dad's terrifying threat shut 
down my tears, briefly.

Thursday, 21 July 2011

230 Light-ish: Escalation

Sleeping!  Then, Guard Dog 
growls and snarls.  Targets bark back. 
Nearly-war, tense peace

229 Neutral-ish: Shared Beliefs

Their uncheckable 
claims may be false.  How come
you trust and believe? 

228 Dark-ish: Asymmetric Warfare

Carper's joy is rage: 
Family slaying, child mind 
crunching criticism. 

Wednesday, 20 July 2011

227 Neutral-ish: Powerplay

Old boys network for 
top jobs.  Ties control the game.  
Others pay to play. 

226 Light-ish: Robotic Life

Uncontrollably,  
intermittantly erect. 
Annoyance and joy. 

225 Dark-ish: Toxic Parents?

Self-referencing's
TAUGHT by parents.  Can embrace 
self-condemnation.

Tuesday, 19 July 2011

224 Neutral-ish: Wonderful?

British Media
mirror-gazes, spellbound.  Its
loving charmed flock pays! 

223 Light-ish: Working Girl Working?

He enjoyed her blow 
by blow account of life as 
a hooker, and smiled. 

222 Dark-ish: Behind Closed Doors

"The trick...", said Dad, "...is
to be seen doing the right
thing."  And not what's wrong!

Monday, 18 July 2011

221 Neutral-ish: Consensus?

No need for conflict 
in centre-ground politics. 
Bouts are fake, fun shows? 

220 Dark-ish: Violence

Stillness... Then sudden
moth-squashing moccasin-thrashing.
...Hunter-killer
Dad

219 Light-ish: NASA Moonshots

On the moon's far side,
aliens showing bare arse?   
We can't bear to check! 

Sunday, 17 July 2011

218 Light-ish: Mired

Cool, dim, summer gloom:  
Total grey sky and rain; Lack of
economic boom. 

217 Neutral-ish: Regulator Authorities

Fat toothless tigers 
snarl from gilded cages.  They
lazily paw prey. 

216 Dark-ish: Predation

Ghastly Sunday lunch...
Dad blasted his family, 
with resentments, blame.