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

27 February 2017

27.02.17- Hard
 she came to 
our world 
 year 
Theatre
community college
a drawl
strange awake to
legs all the way to heaven 
so pretty
so sweet
so nice
so stupid 
in the streets
taught her
she learned 
too much
too fast
now
one of us
jaded
faded
strung out
hard

26 February 2017

26.02.17-waking
Tangled up 
in
your fishnets
shades of blue
you
so lush
pictures’
us 
falling 
into
bed
city dropping
into
night
everything’s
clear
you’re 
fire
benediction
resurrection
no promises
no goodbye
when I’m 
in you 
 the other side 
seems 
so near
no moral here
no happily ever after
awake
I’m
bouncing

23 February 2017

23.02.17-silence
thousands of words
then
silence
you said
so much
love
lust
care
now
the roar
of
silence

silence23.02.17
thousands of words
then 
silence
you said
so much
love
lust
care
now
the roar
of 
silence


23.02.17-Love
Love
when
will you
take off your clothes
Love
when
will you
take off your
armour
Love
when
will you
stand in front of me
in bare perfection
Love
when
will you
realise
we are
messy
Love
when
will you
know
we are loud 
Love
when
will you
understand
we are flawed
Love
when
will you
comprehend
we are incongruous 
Love
when
will you
grasp
ewe are perfection






22 February 2017

Amerikkka 22.02.17
when will you
live up to 
your promises
when will you
be worthy
of your millions 
of 
LGBT citizens
when 
will you
be 
a democracy again
the saint
has left 
for Berlin or Algiers
building
a guerrilla army
when will
you understand
you’re nothing 
without 
us

20 February 2017

20.02.17-starving
how long
I slept
no matter
I heard her
soft, 
melancholy
smelled her
feral 
wild 
heavenly
saw her
resplendent
dazzling
divine
recognised her 
Angel 
muse
imp
awake
starving

16 February 2017

14.02.17-want
want 
 inject heaven
in me neck
want
smoke bliss
snort
joy
want
possess your body 
like the
demon I am
want
dive int your eyes
want
swim in your essence
to get entangled
in your 
fishnets
wash ashore
on
pink sands 

13 February 2017

13.02.17-shadows
I lived in 
shadows
I fancied
possessing
something deep
inside
you
you brought
a light into my underworld
your caress 
trembled
fear
the light
desire 
I looked 
for 
truth in you
saw 
naught
looked 
for  you
saw 
naught
the light
illusion
shadows real

11 February 2017

11.02.17-rumour
she
asked
me  to save her 
if only 
one night
she appeared 
to be created
of 
myth
legend
illusion
rumour
faerie dust
dissolving
as she
she 
emerged
into 
the 
misty morning
just
rumour


10 February 2017

09.02.17-heavy
your love
CEMENT 
CHAINS
HEAVY
drowning 
bit by bit  
going under
I carried it all
until 
awake
knackered 
carrying 
your 
never-ending baggage
fighting 
your 
battles
shed 
,burdens
NOT HEAVY
I fly
away




09 February 2017

09.02.17-colour me dead 
Think of me 
 you never thought 
of
better yet 
forget me
just 
color me dead

07 February 2017

07.02.17-drug
Poppies
one fantastic  drug
took me 
places
I never 
dreamed
pink spiders
venom surging
in my blood
woman are the 
strongest 
drug


06 February 2017

06.02. -Bardot
runway strut
cutting through  the room
Brigitte Bardot
setting me eyes 
ablaze
mind burning
bedroom
eyes 
stare
until
I’m
junk 
sick
needing
a shot
Bardot
embrace me
whilst
I rush
hold me
whilst
I nod
on Bardot


04 February 2017

04.02.17-alone
tell me
you love me
and 
walk away
miss
being alone 
together

03 February 2017

01.02.16-fell
Rebel Angel
fell
fleeing
false god
meeting
gossiping gorgons
Sniping imps
Vampyric demon caught her
Setting halo aflame
did she 
know
I was 
the 
chosen one 
the anointed one 
best and brightest
until
I crossed
treacherous god
I didn’t 
fall 
I was
pushed

02 February 2017

02.02.17-love
we will
never 
speak again
never
make love again
never
kiss again
never 
meet again
never
know
that
I love you
love

01 February 2017

31.01.17-don’t look back
a flash of recognition
a chary stare
nostalgia 
studio 
smoking 
stoned
nightclubs
calls 
Confidences
collaborations’
then
kerb
run
and
please
don’t look back