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

30 June 2015

30.06.15
a life without passion
without kindness
without affection
to die slowly
of a 
million  tiny cut’s 
there’s really nothing 
left to say

29 June 2015

29.06.15 later in the snow
The promise
of snow
there are 
Gods who are neither
Kind
Nor
just
a losing  battle
brings 
transformation
red screams of birth
purple  passions
evergreen’s  never lose faith
for pain 
there is the promise
of snow

29.06.15
Sunday
Aphrodite
tires of me
Monday
Cerberus awakes me
messages
await
from
The Naughty Nurses
Of 
The Apocalypse
The nurses 
I have known so many 
lives
Injecting heaven into my neck 
Demonic Vampyre
feeding on them 
drinking in 
beauty, sex, and trouble
then 
leaving them at Styx underground station
with 
no 
carfare
they love me still
messages
Of 
chaos and love
I am chuffed

25 June 2015

25.06.15 later 
Awaking in your flat
your head 
on 
me chest
on the night stand 
a jar of 
black sand
one day 
we will  leave these  concrete
canyons
these gloomy 
skies
and 
go
you say 
make love
at sunrise
and sunset
all day and night
betwixt
and 
for those
few moments
while
you speak
we exist

25.06.15
did you just walk 
into this
Movie
No?
Why  surprised?
You wounded
No warning
I went were I  always
Go
She 
Healed
Me
Now
I  have
Full Vampyric strength
You made so  it so easy
Lay
Play
pray
no
You can’t stay any more


24 June 2015

24.06.15
Undress 
from that sundress
the power
of
white panties
honey on my
fingers
lips
Honey
that is who you are
it’s what you
are
It’s 
Who 
you are
It’s
The colour 
of
your hair
your skin
A honey coloured
heaven on a 
summer’s  day

23 June 2015

Meth Jesus later
It’s not easy when you party 
For a living
It’s on your lips
as you wrap around
me
long legs bring together
death and living 
Are you paying a karmic debt?
What your taking can kill you
But Meth Jesus
says 
we’re all
forgiven
Blame it all on y demonic curse
blame it on the universe
but even underground
Where nothing sacred, and there’s no hallowed ground 
Feel the fever, chills
the kick is coming
the pains is coming
have faith 
Meth Jesus is coming

22 June 2015

Meth Jesus 
Clean 
Immaculate
Oxy disciples
Salvation 
And mountain dew
Street cathedral 
Holy tweaking
Mary Magdalene on the corner 
Roman soldiers in their cruisers
Prophecy 
Well known on these streets
As it was told
So it has come to be
Meth Jesus 
Crucified by 
Bikers 
Roman soldiers wash their hands of it 

22.06.15-later
If I were a pirate 
I would kidnap
You 
Take you far away from 
Managed health care
And
Ones, and 
Zeros
I would drink like 
Champagne
And
Take away your digital 
Habits
I would caress 
your skin
and
Soul
and try
And kiss your heart
Hold
You until it was quiet enough 
to hear you
If I were a pirate
I would kidnap
You!

22.06.15
evening in the city of the dead
I can keep a secret
Is the heat between 
you
and
me
Actually a secret?
I taste 
your lips
Yu place my hand on your breast
no
not here
you tell 
me
neighbours
with cameras for eyes
little  minds
big mouths 
in this “upscale “ 
manor
I have a secret
I will 
Tell you
I am not
Good at 
Love but 
I know
that 
you want 
me

19 June 2015

19.06.15
I lied
don’t fly into 
the light
Stay
let your eyes grow accustomed 
to the 
dark
play wit
me
lay with 
me 
stay with 
me 

18 June 2015

18.06.15-later
did I come too 
close
you came 
to me
remember?
I get it
My services are no longer needed
It’s cool
Come again





18.06.15
The  chaos and darkness of my world
has crossed over to yours
And upset
the
order of your soul
and
I know 
you  saw here me 
spread your  wings and fly out of here
Angel, before your eyes get used to
The
Darkness
I know love that you wouldn’t like it here
I lost track  
of time
and now I have been
here half my life
leave 
my world
fly back to yours
I will 
Be here
Next time 
You come down

17 June 2015

17.06.15-beauty

All beauty
is pain
Beauty
only comes
from pain
Beauty
always causes
Causes pain
Love 
can’t  
you
see
Beauty is pain
pain is beauty

Happy Injections
if  I 
Could 
would 
inject you
straight into
My soul
look 
into your 
Eyes
I realise
you
recognise  this 
darkness
I
would inject you
And this dark journey 
is not 
lonely

16 June 2015

16.06.15
I wipe 
The fog
off the mirror
I see
you staring
Back
brown eyes so blue
a sweet sadness
contrasting
an easy smile
I can see you inside me, 
and 
me inside you

13 June 2015

13.06.15
I remember everything
I remember nothing
I know 
Who
lived
I know
Who 
died
I know
My shots were clean
I know
my  shots were final 
I know 
The smell of gunpowder 
Hanging  in the air
I know 
The taste of blood 
I know
Death 
doesn’t 
love me 

12 June 2015

12.06.15
a bottle of wine
and this beach such a luxury
 I know what tomorrow brings 
An airplane taking me far far away
tonight?
that was a long 
time ago, in that Teutonic capital
I was always 
Cold 
Except in our flat
that  newly discovered country
a nation of two
now here it feels not so far 
the others?
so much noise
all we have is now
I love
now



11 June 2015

11.06.15
of course
I see you
I have
Been underground for years
I  felt
you here
Before
I saw
you here
take my hand
you already know me

10 June 2015

10.06.15

She’s a real gone girl
In 
her own world
she 
talks to angels
not  
to
Demons
she’s
gone
gone 
talking  to angels
in her world
no demon’s there

08 June 2015

07.06.15

so you 
have 
grey eyes
so you
have’
blues
your names’
Labda
So your names 
Lillya
So I
Know how 
You 
Make me feel
So I don’t what you’re saying 
So just smile


06 June 2015

06.06.15
I wake up
I am not at peace
in
 my heart 
I am a poet
in 
my heart
I have no guilt
in 
my heart
I have no regret
in
my heart
I seek
To take your pleasure
I want 
your skin
in
my heart
I hunger for 
your soul


04 June 2015

02.06.15
I kissed
And 
Held you
But 
I didn’t 
Know how it would change 
Me
Part of me
Will
Always be with 
you

02 June 2015

01.06.15
how 
is 
this fair?
You 
Kiss
Me
First
With
Passion 
Then
With
Hunger
Then
Tenderly
With
Affection
How is that 
Fair?
Who 
Does 
That?