I believe God exists.
That's probably why Ron thinks
I'm delusional.
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
Saturday, 13 August 2011
293 Neutral-ish: Socially Irrelevant
Cameron says "There's
no us and them, only us".
He's wrong, I'm unseen!
292 Dark-ish: Soft Targets
Child-trusted adults
kid-shout. Young minds react, self
confidence can crash. Friday, 12 August 2011
291 Light-ish: Neighbourly
We applied duct tape,
to seal her big leaky butt.
It was too huge though.
289 Dark-ish: Barked (Pre-Adult)
Toxic Dad gave me
Trauma, my staunch black dog. Like
Winston Churchill's pet.
Trauma, my staunch black dog. Like
288 Light-ish: The First Rank
Self-fragment dreams were
granted realms to flit nearby.
They're loved, seen, and free.
286 Dark-ish: Picnic (Pre-teen)
In Hyde Park, London,
Lorna outran Malcolm. Now
forty-ish years past.
Wednesday, 10 August 2011
285 Light-ish: Riots (Aug11)
Smashed glass, looted shops.
Police na na. Their dogs bark.
Thieves melt into streets.
283 Dark-ish: Post Clubrun
Starved by Sunday's ride,
I ate loads. Dad seethed in
his big green armchair.
I ate loads. Dad seethed in
his big green armchair.
Tuesday, 9 August 2011
282 Light-ish: Contact?
I dozed. A benign
dark blue-grey face came. Then left,
when I fired blue sticks.
280 Dark-ish: Toxic Parent (Teen Adult)
Traumatised, I fled
Dad's sadism. His child mental
abuse depressed me.
Monday, 8 August 2011
279 Light-ish: Sitting comfortably?
Like my ass? Been sat
on it all day! Cycling soon,
a change from donkey.
277 Dark-ish: Too Bad (Under 18)
Dad's sexual pleasure
got costly, resented kids
to scorn and bully.
Sunday, 7 August 2011
276 Light-ish: Disinfecting Illuminant
Upon my grubby
floor, sunshine makes net curtain
shadow-patterns form.
274 Dark-ish: Toxic Parenting
Overt Good Dad spent
on his kids. At their good cheer,
Covert Bad Dad lashed.