273 Light-ish: Friday Night Out

Rubbery English 

girls shuffle, scantily clad: whales 

beached on a dance floor. 

272 Neutral-ish: Logical Endgame

Resource scarcity 

implies consumption constraint.  

Cull the scared cities?  

271 Dark-ish: Skiing

Thirteen, departure! 

Hugged Dad at Austria's bus, 

but no hug for me.  

270 Light-ish: Martial Spirit?

Fur and fluff flew forth 

as the furious cats fought 

their spit and snarl scrap. 

269 Neutral-ish: Capitalism

Historically 

heartless and driven by lust. 

It needs gentle hands. 

268 Dark-ish: Time To Run (Late teens)

Stuart and Gordon's
flight from Dad's bullying left
others more exposed. 

267 Neutral-ish: Some New Order?

Capitalism's dead?  

Why was it collapsed now?  What'll

follow in its wake? 

266 Light-ish: Other

Desire-consciousness 

wanted non-self regard.  And 

so, born were the dreams. 

265 Dark-ish: Mindlock (Pre-adult)

Post traumatic stress 

and reactive depression: 

Dad's kid-war life gift. 

264 Light-ish: Spawn

Desire bound itself

with consciousness.  Self-regard 

arose, and boredom.  

263 Neutral-ish: Marginalisation

As blithe sheeple doze,

authoritarians hack

their social contract. 

262 Dark-ish: Liberation

Thirteen!  I made a

bike to ride from Dad's pedalled

Sunday-lunch-hell-rants.

261 Light-ish: Essence

First came the word.  It 

is "desire", dangerous and 
multifarious. 

260 Neutral-ish: Reaching

Glitterstruck shoppers 

hunt love, gather stuff.  Goods and 

lonely hearts fill homes.  

259 Dark-ish: Thirty-three Years

I recall relief
at escaping Dad's Dungeon. 
Manchester, haven!? 

258 Light-ish: Chrisyawn

Bored old Rudolph saw
sooty Santa stagger from
hearth to tree, again. 

257 Neutral-ish: Devilment!

Government ghouls spank 

laughing finance fiends, then flog 

docile scapegoat slaves. 

256 Dark-ish: Dog Walk

Trauma's leash: Toxic
Dad's gift.  That black dog scuffs me
on barking decades.