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 February 2018

take-five-26.02.18
sweet lies
seduction
Seduction : the action of seducing someone.

gunfight at the cathedral
everything happens
Yesterday or tomorrow
holy flirting
TWO
Take : lay hold of (something) with one's hands; reach for and hold.

Take 
care
take
AWAY
take
chances
take
IT all the way
take
joy
takes

to make an accident
Accident: by chance; inadvertently


23 February 2018

vows -22.02.18
exchanged
  vows: 
vows
vows:   swear, pledge, promise, avow, undertake, engage, make a commitment, give one's  
: word, guarantee; 

you remind me
God is dead
I needed to get lost
your  eyes
a nice place
to lose
myself
You loved
Leper Messiah
now
stay
for
a kiss
stay
for
glass of wine
stay
for
night
stay
for
a
lifetime
lifetime : the duration of a person's life.

or not
no vows
just now
now: at the present time or moment.

22 February 2018

 Secrets -15.02.18
pick up
a phone
read
me history
Gregorian chants
absurd
tragic
History: the whole series of past events connected with someone or something

half-truths
white lies
Bridget Bardot
plays bass
Remembrance 
things yet to pass
army of clones
Mass graves
battles 
won 
lost
secrets
Secret: something that is kept or meant to be kept unknown or unseen by others.

learned 
stolen
entrusted
forced
black as night-heavy
blue sad-tugging
red-steamy
white hot –burning in the conscious
secrets kept
another year
being
your 
secret

20 February 2018

Some Women  and a man
  “You’re, with those 2 dancer women,” she says. Stroking my arm.  She is stylishly dressed in a short cocktail dress and pumps not out of place in this gallery. I have seen her before at this gallery, and other music, and art events.
 “OK” I answer
“Are you, with the blonde and the colour not found in nature or not?” she asks impatiently.
“You might give me your name first, before you interrogate me,”  I Answer.
“Carmen, and you are?”
“Escamillo” I answer.
“Cute, you know Opera “
“No, a torrid affair with a gypsy woman, I dated a Melody, but never Opera ” I answer.
OK, tell me something that's not superficial” Carmen asks
 A fit bird, pretty, and stylish, but I look in your eyes, and you haven’t been fucked in months. “ I answer.
 “I am not going to answer that, “ Carmen, says.
“You just did. I laugh and add My friends and I are going down the street to Kipling’s pub, for drinks. You’re welcome to come, or you can pretend this never happened and go on your way you're living. Sleepwalk through another weekend, or roll the dice.” I tell Carmen.  I leave, and I don’t look back.at the pub, Misty and Leni have commandeered a good table. My default drink is waiting, waitress Alexi waves hello I hand her a DJ tip and tell her, “In five songs-Tumbling dice, please.”
 I hug hello take a chair where I can see the door.  I see Carmen I wave her over, and she sits next to me Alexi takes her order, and Tumbling dice comes on. Timing  is  spot on .The women introduce each other, size up each other. The women all go to the bathroom and all return to the table. I am gathering, that this is happening. I pull her close, she rests against me. After a polite interval and small talk Leni, and Misty leave. The dance begins. A kiss turns into a scream.
 I wake up Carmen is gone all that is left is a stiletto on the nightstand.
I stumble into the shower let the water wake me wrap a towel around my waist go downstairs. I can smell coffee Leni, and Misty look conspirtal.  Leni speaks first, “Where’s the woman?
“ Your guess is good as any,” I answer. Misty hits me with a look of disbelief.
“MR. Romance, strikes again, “ Misty, said laughing.
 I thought we were all cool?” I said.
“2 girls, and a guy,” Leni says taking a sip of my coffee.    and continues, “still works we’re both PMS'ing. “ They don’t drink so I am the only hung-over one.  Leni and Misty look at each other with evil intent Leni starts “Oh! Oh!” in a shrill tone. Misty starts “Fuck me! Hard!” I am laughing and splashing coffee all over, “OK, OK I get it, she was a screamer,” I said.
“What was she to you?”  “Leni asks

” I answer I was just a  man, She  left a stiletto nothing  else just sex, nothing wrong with that  It’s how we all started a random meeting, chemistry.  I was just a  man, and you two were some women. We’re a chemistry experiment that worked; I like us. Us is good.

19 February 2018

Mistakes-18.02.18
 your favourite mistake
stigmata blooms
Stigmata arks corresponding to those left on Jesus’ body by the Crucifixion, said to have been impressed by divine favour on the bodies of St. Francis of Assisi and others.

angry raised scars
normal
Normal: conforming to a standard; usual, typical, or expected
 Normal setting on the dryer
My voice sounds unnerving  
I am high
Remuv hate the spray paint prophet screams
gridlocked
70 metres in front
ambulance
the last Countessa
shoots up
with a smile
pulls me in her
with a growl
laughs and sing 
high
don’t learn
repeat
don’t retrain
your brain
this
mistake
Mistake:  an action or judgment that is misguided or wrong.
it’s own reward

16 February 2018

knowing -16.02.18
thought I knew
knew: known, knowing. 8. to have knowledge or clear and certain perception, as of fact or truth
you
saw you
spinning lighter than air
heart
true
TODAY
saw
you
work
magic
love
from
horror
healing
from
pain
I know nothing
I know everything
I know all I need
to
KNOW

13 February 2018

Good By Good Morning Good Bye
I awake like Martin Sheen in” Apocalypse Now” staring at the ceiling fan. Wondering where I was, It looks like an inner loop rental. Hardwoods, ancient. The bed is so comfortable I could lay here all day. I need to get out of this bed, but she wrapped around my waist. Long blonde hair across my stomach. I look at her body weapons-grade long legs small firm breasts taut stomach leading to a blonde landing strip. An actual natural blonde. I know she’s a single mother my clothes are laid into a flat bloke. I fancy had I let her out bed she would have washed my clothes. If I lay still she might not wake up. I need to leave. I am not good at mornings, and not really sure of her name. The kid
Hazy memories from last night. The tall, thin, blonde at the bar noticing each other. Noticing each other the ancient contract being invocated. I walked over some wanker who wouldn’t shut the fuck up, then dropping him. My pint mug exploding on his face. Leaving the bar quickly sirens as EMTs arrive. I will have to apologise to Lilly to be let back in. I will work up an act of contrition, “I am sorry, I glassed, that wanker, and promise not to do it again Lilly ” Her place fevered undressing no conversation other than let's try…, contortions of Petites Morts rolling across her across her face., some porn star moans. Playing then asleep.
I need to use all my skills to get out of bed. I must get to the bathroom. I slowly slide off the bed onto the floor. I wish I could get my shades from my jacket, it is unreasonably bright. My head is pounding. I try to quiet as possible brushing my teeth with my finger an attempt to knock off some of the fur
I flush there’s a knock at the door, and she says Towels under the sink by, shampoo, soap in the shower, the way my name is Lyric.”
“Thank you, I am Jay. I am going to pillage your soap and shampoo” I answer I climb into the claw tube and closed shower curtain. I get the water right shampooing my hair. I feel something open eyes to see Lyric in with me.. We wash each other wordlessly, and tenderly. She surprises me with a tenderness and warmth, that I didn’t expect


then towel each other dry. She leads I go to the bedroom I smell coffee. I drop my towel and walk to my clothes. Watching her climb into and hoodie and tight faded jeans.
I follow her to the table. I sit and she goes to counter starts getting cups
Lyric looks over her shoulder, and says’, “How do you take it?”
“Black and proud” I answer. I start to tap out a cigarette,.
Lyric says, “No smoke in here let's go on the porch.” I put on shades and follow-on to the porch, it's a bit chilly. Lyric makes small talk.. While I smoke. I wait for a polite interval, and say,”Lyric I have a few things.””
Wait for one-minute Lyric runs inside comes back. With cup hands to me and tucks a slip of [paper into my pocket, and
Says’ “keep the cup, or bring it back for a big surprise” giving me a warm kiss. I walk to my car the number falls’ out. I don’t stop to pick it
I get in my car lower window’s and say “Good morning, goodbye!” I drive towards my flat, without looking back Tri Delta mug on my dash sliding back and forth. Stereo blaring Amy Winehouse I sing along,
“ I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would,
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good.”
I light another cigarette, I am keeping the mug. Its shaping up to be a good morning.

12 February 2018


changes-07.02.18
Transmigration 
of  souls
transmigration of souls or metempsychosis (mÉ™tÄ•m´sÉ™kĹŤ´sĬs) [Gr.,=change of soul], a belief common to many cultures, in which the soul passes from one body to another, either human, animal, or inanimate.
rebel angel in ripped fishnets
a kiss explodes
changes
culebra cult
culebra : ‪snake, serpent‬‬‬‬
Her scent on my fingers
flavour on me tongue
changes
sweet perfume
savage sweat
changes
passion
hot skin
changes
souls
leave
souls
enter
shockingly
subtlely
changes

06 February 2018

Strip-05.02.18
Too much
Betwixt
Strip : leave bare of accessories or fittings.
Escaped chimpanzees
Take it off
The faith of a prophet
Wisdom of the guru
Voodoo dreams
attacked by pregnant dogs
pay as you go
All of it love
standing at the gates of hell
holding Angel of deaths’ hand
take it all
off
take
my hand
nirvana
awaits
nirvana :n Buddhism) a transcendent state in which there is neither suffering, desire, nor sense of self, and the subject is released from the effects of karma and the cycle of death and rebirth. It represents the final goal of Buddhism.

04 February 2018

fearless-03.02.18
kisses
embraces
soft warm
eyes open
begulie  a strength
soul sculpted from
soul
titanium
Titanium: is a chemical element with symbol Ti and atomic number 22. It is a lustrous transition metal with a silver color, low density, and high strength. Titanium is resistant to corrosion in sea water, aqua regia, and chlorine.
 beautiful 
strong
was your only
choice
 you love
fearlessly 

01 February 2018

found and lost-01.02.18
word on the streets
your  fire
gone
tried
save you
your cries
awoke
demon   vampyric sleep
a terrible hunger
I killed
all the other
monsters
this how
lost unable to find one's way; not knowing one's whereabouts.
Angels
found
healed
I looked into your eyes
Because I wanted to get lost
Lost: denoting something that has been taken away or cannot be recovered
found
Found: having been discovered by chance or unexpectedly, in particular.
Your art
no longer spoke
to me
you  became domesticated
no need
or way
underground
Domesticated: fond of home life and housework
found: discover oneself to be in a surprising or unexpected situation.

the truth
lost
you