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 November 2017

name 23.11.17
I call
her NAME
who is she
her being
her consciousness
a grey dove
a jaguar  backfires
summoning  troops
smiling babies
NOT
the name
she gives out
at parties   thrown by mutant poodles
at clubs
on streets
a dove carrying an olive  branch
shot by a man in a MAGA cap
her NAME
screaming abra cadabra
she goes down on me
changing who she is
who  I am
a black swan takes flight
she wants
my name
but I have
NONE
I am a work in
progress
I have no
NAME
I am just passing through

24 November 2017

self-destruct-24.11.17
she believes
she will
ruin me
addict me
clowns riot
NO NO love
guardian Angel  pulls an Uzi
I have been destroying
meself  for too long
l0 cc spike
clandestine wisdom
undiscovered   pleasures
Mona  Lisa  smiles
I will destroy meself
ask your doctor about devastation
’73 Peugeot belch’s diesel fumes
skag
cherry cyanide 
coke
pink spiders
self-destruct

22 November 2017

redemption and candy-21.11.17
she places my hand on her
breast
filled with
 gummy bears
starved
I
lead her
to the cave
where I sleep
where dreams poems paintings
 expanding grew larger than the walls
exploding into
paper
worlds
past
soccer mommies mediating
deeper
darker
underground
where
angels descended
in a circle singing
carrying the
holy grail
with infinite  grace
past traffic jams
past
Brigitte bardot dancing
a  sleepy pope
Arab princes watch jealously
I take the chalice a
resplendent in it’s beauty
I drink deeply
let it wash over me
redemption and candy




19 November 2017

Chaotic-17.11.17
Deep scarlet red blood roses
snow globe-needle-a separate cosmos
worlds changing
alchemy
black majik-new actualities
a Buddhist monk
self immolates
they love you
when you’re dead
unless
you come back
heaven surging
lunatic  cyborgs spread rumours
I
life
death
reconciled
no signal on  the  mobile-free Lord free at last
life
death
Majik
Trinity

15 November 2017

she-15.11.17
benediction and sanctuary
addiction  and starvation
follows me
riding
a
white horse
underground
into the darkness
she
 talks
love
light
a clean well lit place
awaits
going into my nod
aware
she
will
be
last
I see





13 November 2017

strange music1-2.11.17
pink spider dancing
strange music
pulls me
in
Switchblade smile
platinum hair
blood  red lips, nails
cobra panties
kisses  burn
we
come together
she washes
over me
like good heroin
venom such
a
high
revealing the mysteries
morning
 strange music echoing

11 November 2017

10.11.17-home
ight your candles
won’t
save you
holy
water
won’t
save you
holy
book
won’t
save you
holy man
won’t
save you

demon has come to claim
you
my little human sacrifice
come underground
come home