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

31 August 2015

31.08.15 chemistry
do you believe
in
love at first sight
do you believe
in
spontaneous  combustion
do you  believe
in
rolling the dice
do you believe
in
me



31.08.15
you’re
a morning  person
why
café au lait tan, no lines
your back to me still long  wet hair on your back
I nibble your neck
Coffee spills, and robe drops  as my hand finds
Your breast
And you press against me urgently
You’re not
Going any where
Here is good
Woman
My woman

31.08.15 later
I’ll be your 
dark guardian
I take chances 
I’ve  taken lives
Darker, than 
You are light
Stronger 
Still
Fight for you 
I will
Take  you 
I will
Cherish you 
I will

29 August 2015

29.08.15 later
that walk
is
poetry
 slim hips  seemingly
fluid
long legs
a walk
makes promises 
to
me
and the
night

29.08.15
one 
has my 
Body
One 
has my 
mind
She nicked
My  heart
Last night
I hear shots
And ran  into
The
Hot fetid 
Night
This demon
Is 
Keeping
His dark soul
I met the 
New version of 
Myself
This morning


28 August 2015

28.08.15
if angel’s should 
fall
into 
my underground haunt 
into 
the 
land 
of
shadows and nods
would angel realise 
this vampyre 
is her protection 
for this dark fantasy
do angels know
the pleasures 
of 
demon lovers
do angels know the freedom
of 
not caring
do angels know the joy 
of
surrendering to
pure pleasure


27 August 2015

27.08.15
Emma
just has baggage, and problems
that's  just weak
Celestial Chaos
Is  a stunner
Wraps  around the pole
licks  hers lips
and flips her hair 
I am In love

26 August 2015

26.08.15 Army of Vegan Lovers
This summer would never end 
a band 
screams
cold  drinks hot night
the hot bird 
black hair cat green eyes
snaps a Polaroid
Frozen all of us embracing 
In various stages  of 
foreplay
high
happy 
randy
living fast
dying young
our 
legacy 
Art 
and
Urban legend

26.08.15  later
Poets are like
dogs

feed them

they come

buy a drink

and will mount you on a

 washer during the spin cycle

dream of chairs that hold you tight



26.08.15
Haze of the confessional
it’s neon signs
sacramental
cocktails
blonde priestess
giving me absolution
and
redemption
all night
long red nails leaving stigmata
on my back

25 August 2015

25.08.15 night
It’ nothing 
You said
It’s 
W hat you 
You didn’t 
Say
It spoke loudly
I learned more than, I wanted to 
Know
There’s only
Room for 
you 
In
your world 
it’s
not you 
it’s
me
I have a soul
And 
It lathes 
Being drained 
To 
feed  your 
never-ending conceit

25.08.15 
Dark cocktail hour of the soul
There 
is 
no me
there
is
only you
you must 
of made me to  
hurt
there
is 
no we
there
is
only you
there 
is 
no point
there 
is
only you

25.08.15 morning after
I could been anyone
with the possible exception
of someone she cared for
this
was never anything 
any way
this 
was never 
going  to end well
she was always going to 
be my undoing 
I think
I’ll make a drink
To fill that 
Empty space

24 August 2015

25.08.15
Angel I’ll hold
Close your eyes
Flashing with anger
And
Disappointment 
Lay your head 
Across my chest 
I’ll wrestle 
Nightmares
fight
Fears
Combat
Anxiety
Carry that weight for you
Rest 
 Sweet Angel 
I will be 
your dark
guardian tonight


24.08.15
Those blue eyes 
hit me in the half light
I touched and felt the pain 
I saw in your eyes
I recognised it
It mirrored mine
And our hips matched 
Too
The nights 
We worked pain into laughter ,
And laughter 
into 
passion

21 August 2015

Botticelli in a Mohawk
I carry you
Always
Botticelli in a Mohawk
So light and beautiful

Angelic succubus
Botticelli in a Mohawk

Today a fading Polaroid
Botticelli in a Mohawk
Sorrowful mysteries
Longing for the unattainable
Botticelli in a Mohawk


21.08.15  contemplating beauty
your lips 
and
your hips 
pure bliss
Your , mons  venus
Pure joy
your passion 
Feeds me
your love 
gives  me reason 
to live

21.08.15
you’re magic
and you ou’ve got me in 
the 
clouds
so when I 
look 
down
it’s 
tragic
I am the
One that  you 
Wanted
I am
The vampyre
See me me 
From  your cloud 
submerging 
down  into my world
Know
That
You’re
The only home 

I will ever
know

20 August 2015

20.08.15  night
Your soul 
Is broken 
So is mine
Come 
To me
Come as
a
friend
come as
lover
come as
a
tovarich
just
come

to
me
20.08.15 later 
the last time you 
broke my heart
a beer bottle broke on someone’s 
face
 the last time  you
broke  my heart
the last time you
broke my heart
She couldn’t make you leave my heart
the last time you
broke my heart
you put together with a fevered night

20.08.15
She ‘s so faraway
and 
I kind of need her
She’s so faraway
I am drinking  coffee 
and
I kind of need her
She’s off in her castle
And I kind of need her
She’s  here when she needs  me
And
I kind of need her
She’s so faraway 
On her Island
And
I kind of need her
She’s so far away
When ever
I need her



19 August 2015

The letters Game
This was our Monday thing, meeting, and debriefing each other on our weekend. Here Kiev coffee shop.  “Lottie” I greet her sitting at her table. A tall stack of papers paper she is editing. Blue and red pens. She looks tired.
“Are you editing the Talmud?” I ask,
Lottie groggily answers “Dr. C’s autobiography.”
“Because sex on demand isn’t enough? Now you're his slave!”
“I want to do this!” Lottie insists.
“I hate this game?” I say
“What game? “Lottie asks.
“The letters game I am pretty sure you’re not into his nebbish, corpulent, little myopic geezer. He has multiple ex-wives, at least 20 years older, than you. He feeds you shite about how his dedication to his lofty ideas has cost him a normal life. You have of course romatized those ideals. You turn a blind eye to the inconstancies’. You’re actually doing most of the work here for him.” I say
“How do you know this?” Lottie demands
“How do you not; it's a bloody campus favourite” I answer.
“I am way behind “ Lottie says anxiously
What’s the payment for your labour? An hour of his attention maybe a footnote in this Autobiography, because I can assure when you talent reaches its peak he will take credit for “having “mentored “you, and the length seems more a appropriate for a PM, than an untenured Prof.” I say. I sit down to my coffee. I am about to Change the subject when I notice Lottie’s eyes go wide looking at something over my shoulder, so
I spin around its Doctor Charlatan.
“Charlotte, if this was beyond your capabilities why didn’t you tell me! You’re being foolish pretending! Doctor C says much too loudly. I stand up. I am in a black leather jacket and jeans. Dr charlatan is in a tweed jacket and corduroy’s, as if straight from central casting. “Say it again” I say not shouting, but in a low measured voice.
Doctor Charlatan actually repeats himself. I bring an open palm left across his face, which draws blood from his lip in the same low voice ”Say it again.” Doctor charlatan actually repeats himself again. I bring my right drawing blood again. “You never going to get tenure little man, you’re too bloody stupid”. I turn my back to him. He doesn’t have the nerve to try anything pick my cup up and it spills. “I am sorry “ I say, but can’t help laughing. Doctor Charlatan gathers the papers and scurries out like a cockroach when lights are turned on.
I look at Lottie the spell has been broken. “How could have been so stupid!” she says sounding fatigued
 I flip a twenty down, and say “I’ll be back in 5, I need a cigarette; get something to eat. “
“Don’t hurt him,” Lottie pleads hitting me with her baby blues. A nice English Lit major from Romania. She is tan, and healthy. A stark contrast to me and my friends in the Village. She was waitressing  at the club where I was a chucker. A brief romance turned into  a deep  friendship, with the way we both went  through lovers this was better. In our brief Romance  the Kiev was Sunday morning . It turned into friends on Monday morning talking about the weekend . I have this on my mind as I go out past Sergei at the counter. I step out into the crisp autumn morning I easily gain on doctor Charlatan I catch the door to the Volvo, and say ” Cunt this is what’s going to happen Lottie gets an “A”, and you fuck-off or, I will cut off your tiny prick.” I pull my switchblade to make my point.
“So your fucking her too” Charlatan asks. I grab his arm and twist. He screams. .
“Not to mention the Dean might have strong opinions on your extra curricular activities” I say releasing his arm.
He recoils trying to move into passengers seat. Screaming “OK !OK! “
I slam the door and walk back to Lottie.  She interrogates without a word.
“Doctor Charlatan is OK, She starts crying from relief, or regret I pull my chair next to her and hold her until passes. “No games here, I am worst or, me for better. I take care of my friends.









16 August 2015

Morning 16.08.15
If Angels
should
fall
I will
catch you
every time
if they 
try 
to
destroy Angels
I   will 
Destroy them
every time
Angel 
I will tell you
I love
You
Every time

15 August 2015

Breakfast with Tour Guide
“Elisie is your breakfast not to your liking?” I asked.  She was picking at an omelet. I was having a glass of wine. She was clearly on edge refused a Xanax, or a Bloody Mary.
“Chechnyanian’s are never coming back.” I said.  Drinking more wine. The quiet patio belies the battle last night. Cerberus leaves nothing to waste.
“We will have several visitors today, love, if you like you’re size 2” I ask.
She nods in last night’s dress, and heels.
“I have some sports wear   up stair’s and some flats’ up stairs first room on your right. There’s a connected bath.  If you like you can change. Elisie nods goes up stairs. He first of the visitors arrives. I buzz in Pablo from my gate Cerberus inspects lets me know he has a Glock, Pablo waves
and say’s “What you know good home’s?”
“I got 4 G wagon’s, as promised, you have the cash?
I am good 4 late model Humvees, right?
Around back keys in the ignition.  Pablo tosses a bag of cash at me I can trust him, as I killed his partner. He call’s on his cousins to help drive the cars to the chop shop. I can see them going across he lawn, the “Maria’s I call them he knows I prefer women around. All the cars leave in different directions. Elisie comes down the stars in a sundress, which shows off her slim figure and augmented breasts, and the same sky-high heels she is auditioning.
“The make and clothing to your liking?” I ask her
“Oh yes, everything very good” She answers.
Sitting next to me leaning on me.
Cerberus warns.  I see him Andrei, suit gold chains no tie brief case, and empty duffle.
“Cash” he I ask. He reaches into his pocket. Slides the cash towards me a slowly
I give it to Elisie to count “ 6 AKS 3 Glock, Cerberus show him” I say. Cerberus always amazes Andrei.
A tall figure enters as Andrei leaves. He claps his hands together, and Say’s “Marc Anthony introduce me to you new pet.”
“Elisie this the Prince of Lies, Prince of darkness, Devil, Satan, Lucifer. Or as call him the repo man.” I said. Elisie looks anxious.
“You may call me, Nick, my dear” bowing slightly. Say what you will he is charming. Elisie, is not buying it; smart girl.
“What is repo Man?” she asks  confused.
“When you fail to make payments on a vehicle the bank has a right to  repossession , or take possession again, take back. Nicky here goes were ever there is pain misery , and suffering  to take souls. “
“Speaking of taking souls Marc Anthony  How long do you plan to be on surface this time? You have responsibilities , another Macedonian, didn’t your adventure with Cleo teach you anything?  “You know she’s in Santa Monica, with a couple of kids and a mortal, ” the Repo man said.  I was trying to picture her with a mini van, but couldn’t.
“She modeled and was in videos, she is as always stunning, have you lost interest in your new pet yet?” Repo man continues, smiling.
“Why are you here?” I ask the Repo man.
“I am hunting you and your pets will accompany me.”  The Repo man answers.’
I signal Cerberus, and Elisie we follow thee Repo man to G wagon. Not sure why he wants an audience other, than he is vanity  personified.
First stop rub and tug the repo man signals over the management who obey, not knowing why. Repo man touches them on the back the head there  touches them on the back of the head, there’s a blinding flash of light, Repo man puts the ball of light into the brief case.  This goes on all night the Repo man really has a  stash he drops at my house  and leaves this plane.











 










16.08.15
dance  with 
me
we both 
know  it
it starts 
with glances.
Whispers,
And ends in  screams 
And
Frenzied union
We know the 
Moves
Subtle
And
Daring
So 
Perfectly matched
Each move 
Escalating  intensity
Rising passion 
Torrid moments
All part of  this dance


15,08.15 later
there  should 
be a word 
for longing for the
 unattainable
there 
is 
love

15.08.15

when I watch you 

undress 

from that  sundress

slipping the pool

it is to 

elicit

ecstasy


14 August 2015

14.08.15
death  
my favourite 
lover
she always 
jilts me
you’re eloping
 with  her
Just once
I wish could have the 
girl

12 August 2015

12.08.15
daring 
as 
love
unflinching
as
passion
audacious
as
lust
coming 
for 
you
I am tapping on the window
 knocking  on the door
going to kick it in
and
claim you 
for myself

Dinner with the tour guide
Elisie cling to me a frightened smile, and eyes that simultaneously said don’t hurt. And take me. The EMT was running to the Chechnyanian.
“Elisie put my shades on now and watch I said softly, but firmly. She slips them on watches the Chechnyanian. The EMT props him up then puts his hand on the back of his head. There is a blinding flash.
Elisie wasn’t that most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen? I ask she is removing the gasses. I steer to the car
“What was that? She asks her accented voice a mixture of awe, and fear.
I walk her to my car .I press my finger on lips. “Love I will explain I say placing her in passenger seat. Then as I start the car put the top down, and the ’65 Lincoln Continental eases out of the car park. She is figuring out the satellite radio finds dance music, but she is still anxious.
“Love what you saw was the Chechnyanian’s soul.  Every soul is this beautiful. Your soul is probably even more beautiful. “ I say.
“The EMT take it?” she demands
“That was Lou, Lucifer, Satan, “ I said.
“You are not scared?” she asked incredulously.
“I stole his dog,” I answer laughing.
We pull up to my place.  Recognition flashes across her face. Elisie was here last week. When we met.
Cerberus runs to greet me. Elisie pets and kisses him blissfully unaware, that her new friend is factually the hound from hell.
“Elisie last week when we met somebody picked you up in the morning; Chechnyanians?” I ask. She looks at the ground, and nods yes.
“They’re on heir way, come with me she follows heels clicking. We walk to the pool house.
“You will be safe here, no mater what you hear you don’t come out. I will be back. She points at Cerberus, “No, I need him.” but we will come back for you
The Chechnyanians burst the door as on cue. I assume my true form bursting through my clothes to 9-foot tall 25 stone fangs and all, Cerberus goes from pit bull to 3 heads the Chechnyanians start emptying AK47’s on us. We charge. Cerberus eats one first, but there’s plenty to go around I drain he eats.
We make sure no one survived quickly go inside and morph back to human, and canine. Go to the pool house. I open the door, and Elisie is wielding a floor lamp. I laughingly plead, “Please don’t hurt me.”
Elisie drops lamp   and hugs me.
“They no hurt you,” she asks inspecting me, then looking over Cerberus.
“They no hurt anyone again.” I answer. I am think there’s bling, guns and, 2 Humvees to sell tomorrow.
“”I can cook she, you hungry?” Elisie announces. I beg off saying I have eaten earlier, but tell her to go in the kitchen and prepare whatever she would like. I am happy I remembered to stock kitchen, with human food.








10 August 2015

10.08.15
When she talk’s
She talks of Him
only in moments of weakness, 
does she need me now
She never learns
So she always 
Calls
Watching her speak
I see
Her hands 
Have lives of their own
She tells me
He 
is a great scholar
He
is a genius
only in moments
 does she need me now
does she need me now?
does she need me now?



Tour Guide Gets a Drink
“Chechnyanian you frighten me not. The regimental tattoo a warning; they call me the Captain, the English, and of course Marc Anthony. Think of this as a warning. I get that you're her boyfriend / manager.  Understand, that, I am Vampyric walking study in demonology, and a tour guide in hell.
Cursed by Cleopatra a was a member of the Ptolemaic dynasty, a family of Macedonian Greek origin that ruled Egypt after Alexander the Great's death during the Hellenistic period. The Ptolemies, throughout their dynasty, spoke Greek, and refused to speak Egyptian. When she committed suicide; she cursued me to roam, and fight for eternity.
She was the world first supermodel, beautiful promiscuous, and strung out Affairs with my cousin Julius. So beautiful my wife Octavia wanted her blood, and her brother Octavos   She was my type crazy, sexy, cool.
I have been to hell so many times. I am a tour guide there.
I have been fighting for 2 millennium. There is no way you survive I saw you call for help if you think they have improved on he gang I ran with Clodius Pulcher, you’re insane. I get it   she was trafficked, but I fancy her, I now own her contract. , And you can walk out or be carried, either way works for me. The Captain said. Signaling for 2 pints
The Chechnyanian stands up, ‘6”6 maybe 20 stone. He reaches inside is jacket. The Captain stands bringing the full pint mug fast and connecting on the jawline and shattering. The Chechnyanian.
“Elisie lets leave bartender dialing 911, and she should see all that blood I hit the jugular. Macedonia always did have   the most beautiful women.”
Elisie has a frightened smile as she hooks her arm in the Captain’s.



09 August 2015

09.08.15
Love 
was the mask 
of
betrayal 

07 August 2015

07.08.15
When I met 
You
You 
Belonged  to no one
And 
everyone
The soul of a  pink spider
 Morally Flexible and fluid
You 
kept saying you were tired of feeling crazy
when  you broke 
I threw the pieces across the sky
They  sparkled and became 
Thousands’ of stars
Ride faraway from the city and look at the bright 
Stars you 
Have
become

06 August 2015

06.08.15
I still taste 
Lips and hips
I never should have kissed
Just a fucking reminder
of
Who I tried to 
Be
Who you  
were
Driving me further underground
I wish I had met 
You before 
Before
Angels were
Raped and then 
destroyed 
now
it’s to
bloody 
late

05 August 2015

05.08.15 later
raw, wild, and hungry
in my prime, desired
and angry
in my crosshairs 
but 
too vain to know
my shots are clean
My shots are final
You say you’re genius
But
Sitting on a glass wand in the wind
You can’t feel me calculating wind and drop
You’re already dead 
little man
one  more 
bullet
one  less
sod

05.08.15
touch me
feel the darkness, the anger, and strength
now give me that just slip it, off your shoulders
you carried it too long
I can carry it for you
It frightens’ me not 
I am as dark, as you are light
And this burden lighter than
Air

02 August 2015

01.08.15
you come
golden
crave 
you
You come 
golden and dripping
I crave 
you
the others 
stare
my blasé’
is so practised
I crave
you 
The others are so obvious
You come
Dripping  breathless
My cool is just  that
I crave 
you