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

29 July 2017

29.07.17-muse

elle a 
obsession
for 
Marilynn Monroe 
Edie 
perfect shade of champagne coloured hair
Elle était amoureuse
passion plays
dance floor
our girlfriend
perfect high
more covers
fetishized
hated
for her 
beauty
and 
casual sensuality 
seeking
escape
from  
things
she couldn’t name 
found
in magazines
under lazy smoke rings
in our bed
denied it
but in
my heart
she was my muse

27 July 2017

26.07.17-miss you
surprising call
rendezvous
I miss you
she says
walking away
I look 
at me 
drink
whispering 
until 
the next
episode
over it
a prayer
to
jaded 
distant
god





26 July 2017

26.07.17-saint
walked those streets 
saint
I pass
men cross themselves
sacred boot dagger
divine payback
stigmata growing 
on my mind
 in my arms
shielded
black leather armour 
Desolation 
Angels
dark guardians
immersed in 
communion
hallowed song
Rebel 
Angels
Benediction  
in
 beauty 
Passion 
passion holy communion straight 
in me neck 
visions of heaven 
immune to your
lead
knives
Petite bourgeoisie judgments
Saint 



24 July 2017

23.07.17-gone
a younger version
leading Desolation Angels
loving  Rebel Angels
severe 
left hook
roundhouse kick
guitar 
machine gun
gone
alchemist
machine gun 
a
 guitar
Saharan sand
Berlin bier 
human pain 
relieved 
monster created
gone
chasing bliss
chasing pink spiders
writing painting raw ecstasy and pain
gone?
who
did you want
I am 
already gone



21 July 2017

21.07.17-haunted
that was another
time
place 
reality
past
so much 
broken glass
the edge
until you’ve gone over
a few
times
you have no idea
went in
strong
confident
came back
haunted
she never came back

18 July 2017

18.07.17-for Ian
different
time zones
equivalent destination
further
glimpses
ancient rites
of unknown
to know
must go past
known
herbs
acids
alchemy
the edge
lost many there
you sent
Back
free verse
bulletin’s
sacred
knowing
SHAMAN
caught that dragon

we chased

further

we will meet


17 July 2017

16.07.17-perfect stranger
Perfect stranger
Wild
Wild
Hair
Golden curls
perfect stranger
Eyes
 flashing
grey
Cafe au lait
Tan
Soft
 skin
perfect stranger
Smell
patchouli
desire
cocoa butter
Perfect stranger
Talk
Vinyl
Art
Improbability of existence
perfect stranger
action /reaction
perfect stranger
electricity 
Laws of attraction
Connexion
Perfect

Connexion
Perfect

13 July 2017

13.07.17-flower
I will bloom
watch my petals 
unfold
when I bloom
pluck me
then
I am a flower
she says

13.07.17-ascension
this always hits me
 feel coming on for days
the after shock
as well
longer than smiles can be forced
civility feigned
visions of you
blue as you ascended to heaven
visions of us
you became
patron saint of ODs and runaways
I descended into hell
watching
your ascension

12 July 2017

Scent
    My music played in the bunker in an industrial council. There’s a good buzz in the air. This is a fundraiser for an old friend and the bands have an addictive energy. The tribe
I am queuing up for a drink. I notice her she is noticing me noticing her.
She is full blown Rock Chick. Platinum blunt cut, heavy eyeliner blood red lipstick. Wearing black mini stiletto boots fishnets with a wife beater 2 sizes small

I start carrying drinks to my friends. It’s involved process I chat with everyone and Misty asks if I am ever returning.
I answer, “Enjoy this all about music and raising a few quid.  After the first other drinks come quick; secret weapon tips.
I jump the queue come back to my drink. The bartender asks what I want I’ll take whatever she’s drinking. He answers “Jack and Coke
“Make it a double,” I tell him, the drink comes back quickly,  “
Do you and your friends only drink doubles?” Bartender asks. I garb the drink and walk it over the place the drink in front of her
her saying, ”Liking the show, Nico ?”
“Clever, but easy on the ears I’ll take it. “’ She answers.  I deliver the last drink wondering how I landed this task
 I assure Angie I’ll be back She tells me Misty and she won’t wait forever. I stay for a couple I have Nico on me mind gnawing at my consciousness’; I tell them I need air walking out back, Nico follows. there are a couple of picnic tables I find the empty one sit and  Nico joins me.
“Your dates wonder where you are?” Nico asks, with a devilish smile. I  answer by putting my hand on her shoulder pull her towards me  and kiss her. She responds pressing towards me.  We attack each other. she quickly unbuttons my 501’s. I l explore her thighs and can feel her excitement
    “I need to stop,” she says. Pushing me back. “I deserve better than the quickie in a car, and you dashing to the two blondes.
“You’re right love, they deserve better too” I   stand to button my jeans. finish my drink  in one swallow, and say “good night, I should be getting back, and start  back in the club
“Erika, my name is Erika let me wipe the lipstick off your neck and chest”,” Nico says. Dabbing at me with a cocktail napkin. I give her a peck
“bonne nuit mon amour” I say walking in.
    The band is a hot great atmosphere. I  walk to the bar a round for me, Angie,  and Misty. Erika brushes against me I feel her hand in my pocket.
    “My panties, now you know what I smell taste like my numbers there too,” Erika says in a husky voice.
    “I thought we were ...” I answer gathering drinks.
    We both know better, and you know, what they say once the dogs catch the scent it’s done.”

11 July 2017

11.07.17-lost
Angel found
me 
underground
where
Angel 
left me
Angel 
forever 
finds me
when
she’s
lost 
Angel 
still
I am 
 too go
too high 
to feign 
I don’t care
guided by her luminosity 
I lead 
Angel to herself
line chopped 
drink ready
to watch her
walk away






10.07.17-RUIN
Angel swept away 
pink spider 
wrapping an arm
around demon
like she never left 
Underground
locking eyes 
she’s
looking 
for 
shelter
protection
eyes  that
are
surrender
lusty
strong
soft
sexy
It will end in ruin
she
has always 
been 
me ruin
sexy poison
I shoot 
her straight into 
me neck
no regrets
love
the 
RUSH
of
RUIN

09 July 2017

07.07.17-tell’em
tell ‘em
you’re a cold bitch
you’re all heart
tell’em
you’re hard
you break like a child
tell’em
I did you wrong
pushed away like your dying friend
tell’em
I am a soulless sod
they already know
tell’em
about the rock stars you fucked
true
tell’em
anything
look around no ones listening
tell’em
I am done
not looking back in anger 
not looking back at all



05 July 2017

04.07.17-independence
a few miles away 
millions
watch 
Kandinsky
Klimt
explosions 
crawl
across
the night sky 
like Quetzalcoatl
to 
easy listening
we 
watch 
from bed
firecrackers mimic 
small weapons fire
clothes
strewn 
an
abstract 
of independence
nation  of two