03.08-a crack in time
Just a little sting then a warm feeling
Count back from a 100
9o, 89
Morphine glides
To the
Junk centre
In my brain
86
You take my hand
I am waiting
You say
Tapping your high heeled toe
83, 82
and you kiss me
81, 80
And we are possessed
When awake you are gone
It is only a stolen moment- a crack in time
I return the lights too bright
You stay
Beautiful and faraway
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Ongoing sporadic journal of the overeducated, and underemployed. The title derived from Coupland’s description of cubicle land; the corporate ghetto. Random photos and thoughts. Left the ghetto, never happier. This still a work in progress
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