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

10 October 2019

Wahala 16.01.18-later

I went to sleep to 
your thousand and one  sorrows
awoke  to your troubles
some begged 
some borrowed
some stolen
cured your disease 
perfected my  disease
kept each other secret
you said 
you were  a tattoo 
Tarroo: 1 : a mark, figure, design, or word intentionally fixed or placed  2) a mark on soul akin to a scar

on me soul
no
scabs on me arm
I passed you 
tonight 
at the hotel
where they celebrated you
SO pretty
SO talented
best lay in the city
went to the bar
you were right 
tattoo
Wahala


WAHALA: trouble, annoyance and headache, all rolled into one2) a bit of hart break even though you know better

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