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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, 24 September 2011
Friday, 23 September 2011
411 Light-ish: Social Pleasure
Home late, hungry cat
eats, greets. Eats more, fusses. She
keeps her servant sweet!
410 Neutral-ish: Unhappy Consumerist
I'm bogged down, in a
sea of stuff and sensation.
Time to shrug it off.
409 Dark-ish: Bad Blood?
Once there were seven.
Now there are five. My siblings
children know me not.
Thursday, 22 September 2011
408 Light-ish: Annika Lehtinen
Ninety-four's Old Flame
flickers, futilely recalled.
Sparking in the dark.
Wednesday, 21 September 2011
405 Light-ish: Adjustment
A blue-grey super cloud
summer slips past. Aging green
leaves turn red and gold.
403 Dark-ish: Secretly...
Parents rant and rage,
behind closed doors. Fearful kids,
betrayed and hurt.
behind closed doors. Fearful kids,
betrayed and hurt.
Tuesday, 20 September 2011
402 Light-ish: Diolullec
Magnum's glorious
ISBN 2-87939-188-1
Film Stars gained eternal life.
We will age and die! ISBN 2-87939-188-1
400 Dark-ish: Pre-Spouse (Childhood teens)
Dad punished Karen,
but I doubt he prewarned her. How
does she carry that?
Monday, 19 September 2011
399 Light-ish: Moon Anomaly Photos
Like a striptease,
overlords show a little.
Then they smudge it up.