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 April 2017

30.04.17-darkness 
I wear sunglasses 
In this dark
Underground 
feeds me
I understand 
Go towards 
Light
go where you need
 to be
I will 
celebrate you
here
in the darkness

26 April 2017

26.04.17-Timbuktu
dancing
obession
raging
desire
fervour
-GHOST-
now I’m
texting 
Timbuktu

23 April 2017

22.04.17-cow girl
drinking  whiskey shots
taking hot risks, 
dancing underground 
blue eyes lock with
soulless depths
Vampyric  thirst
meets 
cowgirl

22 April 2017

219.04.17-Model

 the dress
the world
sees
Through
protected by her icy stare
in the 
heat
suspended high upon stilettoes 
an 
a sexy
apparition
I measuring the night 
by men
who shrivel
under her gaze
I approach
unrepentant 
profane
repulsive
blasphemous 
I
corrupt  her
she says
she 
is
a model

20 April 2017

20.04.17-ghost

silence
thunderous
she
leaves
tightest
gone
loving
the ghost

16 April 2017

16.04.17-open
she
opens
her phone  
reads her history
opens 
messages and 
hears judgements
she
opens up to the demon 
demon
steals it away
in the open

12 April 2017

12.03.17-woke
consciousness
nothing
is
all
muse
sister 
lover
priestess
sorceresses
enchantress
rituals
blood
powders
potions
chaos 
passion
hunger
desire
whispers
screams
nodding
yet
aware
planes
being
or not
woke

10 April 2017

10.04.17- Holy Grail
innocents gone 
Minnesota strip
the known world 
St Marks place
Tompkins park
Washington square
Muse
music
malady 
the trinity
black leather 
armour
stigmata
righteously
 flaunted
seeking 
Holy Grail

05 April 2017

04/.04.17- mind fields
grey morning
pink spider
no line
Caspian sea tan
wary
navigating
traps
pitfalls
mind  fields
uncomfortable conversation
too early
to navigate
leave-taking



01 April 2017

01.04.17-TO
pink spider
Swirling around 
me head
 twirling around
 me bed
NO need for machine of me .45 
TO be safe from any bodily harm
psychic threats
TO
 take 
LOVE 
and 
give
LOVE
 without 
exception 
condition
is  
TO
become
 saints in every 
shape