I dozed, they showed
me homes in red rock cliffs. Neat cut
grass and roads beneath.
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, 1 October 2011
427 Dark-ish: Third Eye Sensation
Childhood angst. Grays eyes -
lampshade illusion. Then sleep,
spinning me upward.
lampshade illusion. Then sleep,
spinning me upward.
Friday, 30 September 2011
Wednesday, 28 September 2011
423 Light-ish: Ungluing Irony?
Busy parents surf
two hours daily. Evading
family members. i newspaper, Sat.17Sep11, pp12
422 Neutral-ish: Post Time-Out
We should set ground rules.
Then meet, to discuss conflicts
like adult grown-ups.
421 Dark-ish: State Inaction (Teens)
Pointless, telling a
doctor, teacher, and surgeon
of Dad's bullying.
Tuesday, 27 September 2011
420 Light-ish: Reading Aloud
Students found saying
letter strings like "koob" and "zort"
to be "positive"! i Newspaper, Sat.17Sep11, pp12
417 Light-ish: Social Ordering
Rulers, atop poles,
work labour-suck machines. They
make cash and drop grease.