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

15 October 2016

14.10.16-perchance
something in her 
 seems to
know  
the fractures in me
perchance 
a tryst
 in 
the  enigmatic 
palace of secrets
perchance
a lovely smile
covers
madness  and sadness
misery
perchance 
lovely eyes 
seen too much
wept
perchance 
a soul so deep
has been 
bruised and torn
shattered
perchance
some secrets
are just that
secret


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