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

28 January 2017

28.01.17-you are here
Gin
eye
empty
Broken
Soul
Dreams
Bones
X marks the
Spot
You are here
28.01.17-paint by number
I'm
The wrong colour
For your
Paint by
Number
Dreams
28.01.17-shooter
Sniper
Using
harsh words
Hit
Bullets
Finding targets
Hitting
Soft flesh
Tearing deep
Accusations
Incriminations
No passion
No hate
DisPassionate
Calculated
Each shot
KIA
Can't kill
What's
Already dead
Shooter



28.01.17-paint by number
I'm
The wrong colour
For your
Paint by
Number
Dreams

25 January 2017

25.01.17-love 
an Angel
disguised
as lust

24 January 2017

24.01.17-holy grail
Summer
of
Mad monk
summer
of
her
adoration
benediction

on 
the altar
WORSHIPPING
HER BODY
a perfect chalice
temple 
of 
PASSION
DESIRE
mad monk 
drinking 
greedily 
deeply
HOLY GRAIL

22 January 2017

22.01.17 memories of you
long time 
ago
a different 
time 
place
we
could see 
dreams from there
muse  playing Esmeralda
 to my Quasimodo
I will remember 
you there
now
then 
always
memories
of
you

21 January 2017

21.01.17-huanted
I sing 
of those
dead
dead by lead 
destroyed by cancer
slain by skag 
exterminated by time
 I sing
of those 
forever ghost
I sing
haunted


17 January 2017

17.01.17-betwixt
year of the dragon
season of fix
army 
of
vegan lovers
betwixt
living 
betwixt
dead
too beautiful 
you
citizens 
stare
punk moon
you die 
too soon
leaving me 
betwixt


16 January 2017

14.01.17-she
She
a
Narcissistic
narcotic
me
strung-out
on
She
me
junk sick
for
her
body
She
high
on
attention
needing
another
fix
falls
to 
 her knees

cured

11 January 2017

11.01.17- don’t weep
don’t  weep
for 
us
don’t weep
for
 me
don’t weep 
for 
you
don’t weep
for 
 what might have been
don’t weep
embrace
Celebrate
chaos
crash
of 
us
don’t weep

10 January 2017

10.01.17-Siren
growly voice scotch and cigarettes
give it me hard love
weapons-grade body
you use
expertly
dance floor 
dancing in the sheets
scotch soaked voice 
calls me like  
Ulysses
no wax to save me 
lonely seafarer
under 
spell of the sirens
so
far from home
so
close to hell
Sirens call
I crash into you
again
and 
again
washing
up
on your shores


08 January 2017

07.01.17-dance
Taking my hand
Moving
 passion, 
art
Conextion
Taking me
Into
YOU
Heart
dance

06 January 2017

About Last Night
    “She’s so obvious, you like that?” Zoe asks sullen shaking her whiskey rocks at me.
“I look at Savannah drink her. Makeup hair flawless. Tall thick hair framing a lovely face. Savannah gives us a smile. Zoe wraps an arm around me in a gesture that speaks more of possession than it does about affection.
*******************
           
I flash on last night, “I can’t talk to you when you’re like this” Zoe accusing.
    “Like what?” I answer downing my drink. Looking into Zoe’s pale blue eyes she is interrogating me silently Finally she says” Flirting with Bimbo in the 6 inches red fuck me pumps, high as all fuck I see a strangers face, not the one I trust.”
I    “I just hello, as she walked past me at the bar. “ I answer.
    “You casually raised an eyebrow and that suggestive smile, as you brushed by and sent a few sparks.Now I am watching you watching her watching you.  In case you forgot I am not so hard to look at, and my breasts cost less than hers. What exactly are you on so I can tell the EMT’s?”
 “Nothing hard, gin some Kush, and think that's it I drove here,” I answer.
******

“”I like you remember?” I answer.
”Last night, I left there was your chopper, and I remember trying to figure out which car was Miss Stray Pussy?” I knew you were mad and she was into you I am surprised she can walk today.
“Sssh, I say putting my finger on her lips. I grab the back of her head and kiss her.
“Let's quit talking about last night, and go some place.
“She isn’t me just a pale pretender. When I am done with you will have no memories of last night.

05 January 2017

.05.01.17-some assembly required
sensed 
heart 
soul
in 
pieces 
muse
some assembly 
required

04 January 2017

04.01.16-whilst
whilst you
were 
making excuses

She was 
screaming  my name
whilst you
were
inaccessible
she was
making love  to me
one of you
has  
my body
one of you 
has 
my mind
devil
has
my soul
whilst
I  am
too
high 
to care
whilst
I am
too gone
to notice



03 January 2017

03.01.16- music box
ballerina
comes to me
because 
I
see
hear
what the living do not
deep underground 
she dances  to music
that only some hear
deep underground 
ballerina
twirls 
on
demonic 
music box

01 January 2017

destroyed

Destroyed
    “What were you like, before, she who ruined for all women you left you destroyed?”  Tami-Lyn asks rattling her whiskey rocks. I notice she’s nervous.
    “Lost me soul so long ago, I can’t recall, love,” I answer. I am not listening letting the music wash over me Lou Reed’s” Heroin”.  I am studying her trying to remember what attracted me to her. I am sussing it was that feral vibe, and she oozes sex, and idiot savant for painting   I could take the bait. I could mention that her friends with cameras for eyes have already told me about (Toby a name I actually associate with Hassidim girls in Crown Heights.)
    “You think I don’t know about the inked out bimbo with the nice big cum on my boobs! tits ” Tami-Lynn accuses.
“ T&T, “ I ask the bartender sliding the empty glass. “ Did he break your heart, destroy your delusions of love and now I am, as good as basically better than any? It comes out cold, matter of fact. Her pale blue eyes mist up.
I say what comes to mind “You want us, to slag him off.” Suddenly very aware of the switchblade in my pocket. Tami-Lynn laughs throw arms around me a giving salty deep kiss.
    “Oh god all you know to break an arm, or buy flowers,” Tami-Lynn said
says laughing. she wraps around me.
    I am flawed, ancient, and unrepentant.  I might just take out Toby on general principles. I am not a weepy millennial, who happened to a woman way out of his league.  I am something that nothing in his life could have prepared him for me .
    “You can call me by her name and, make love to me. I’ll wear my little black dress and fuck me hard pumps  for you .” Tami-Lynn said.  a sad look on her face and a quiver in her voice and upper lip.
    “I am with you, not her,  she is dead you know “ I  answer taking her hand kissing it softly. “Sometimes in bed, your body is next to me but you’re in some unreachable place  I wonder” Tami-Lynn. Staring earnestly.
I don’t want nor need to call you by her name, and please don’t become a suicide  Blonde. Each one takes a piece of me I am not destroyed. I don’t believe in Angels, then I look at you and wonder.  I wasn’t destroyed just changed better, or worst? I have always been radge. Do I exist betwixt worlds, that could have been the good kit. Don’t over think it. Just be with me. Just be us. Don't be destroyed