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

31 May 2020

backgammon in Stockholm-30.05.20
she’s
DONE
she’s
Not
in a mood
03:00 nonstop
Stockholm
backgammon:  the winner being the first to remove all their pieces from the board
I’ll be playing  backgammon

25 May 2020

Love in the time of virus
    “This place is not licensed is it?” Elise asks. Adding “I am Elise, the shockingly age-appropriate lover from a few months back.
    “Elise, how could I forget, you’re my kind,” I answer.

    You should know, there’s no sign out they don’t advert, Love, you have to know it’s here.” I answer.
“My Admin told me she’s nearly as old as your scotch, is your little friend?” Elise said sardonically.
    “Who? ‘” I am thinking of that night pleasure in am seeing her starkers’ resplendent in her abandon.
    “Your eyes are empty and hungry at the same time.” She said breathlessly. It’s oddly compelling like a wolf”
“So, what rings you to this illegal gathering.” I just needed to get out, and per my temperature I am not infected. “
“You look hot to me.” I said, placing my hand on her hand. If I am going to die it might as well be hot, besides we’re masked.
I’ll take it She smiles.
“I like you, but…”
“But? “I ask.
“You won’t like the answer” Elise says intensely looking for a reaction.
“I get that our drinks appear I swipe for 2 more.
“Hit me love” I down the scotch.
“The drinking and debauchery and general affinity for Bukowski might drive a wedge in all reality. I still think you’re fun. Just need reality. “Elise said with a sad smile.
“Reality is a condition caused by lack of alcohol
   






 

“How do you know, that not meeting my boyfriend?” Elise asks feigning outrage.
    “I don’t, but also don’t care” I answer.
    “You’re assuming, that, I want a repeat of the night.?” She asks with a suggestive smile.
    “We assume nothing, but it was a fun night,” I answer. Ordering drinks on the iPad provided.
the drinks arrive. I remember, scotch and soda.” I say placing drink in front of her. Long red nails wrap around it I can feel them on my back. I need skin on skin and conversation not over a screen or 2 metres back. I need connexion, and some serious chemistry, spontaneous combustion; human contact.
       “Tell me something Elise?” I ask.
    You remember my name, bonus points for that, what do you want to know.”
    “Anything, something about you.” I answer.
    “I am a C level executive I have an MBA and a JD.
    “No, personal not resumĂ©, what song saved your life” I ask.
“I need a moment, which song, poem art, saved your life?” she answers.
    “My resume’ is simple over educated underemployed, and sussing by what you’re saying a mistake. Stick around and I may answer.” I answer
     “I had a bad day today; sorry. I choose the player with a dog. I may have taken advantage of you” Elise says laughing and clapping.

    “Thanks?” I answer.

    “I did do things I had never done on a first date and I lived in the Bowery. I say.
    “Is Bowery different, than here?” Elise asks looking amused.
    “Fuck me like you hate me, passed as romance,” I answer.
    “At least that’s’ honest” Elise says.
    “IK honestly want to be with you”
    “Will you fuck me like you hate me?” Elise says with a smile.
“Or like a love you “I answer.
“Don’t say the L-word. She says with a cold edge
“I keep hitting your  raw nerves, sorry”  I answer
“It’s about me not you, on a certain level we are  on the same wavelength.”
“That frightens you, so you break out the classic I’s not you, It’s me. Suppose we don’t have labels, and we don’t call anything we just do what we do come down the rabbit hole with me.” I answer I take her hand . over my shoulder, “I say Kellie close it tip yourself  and be generous, I am getting some.”
    “You’re sure about this “Elise says laughing.

    “Let's go out into the invisible death and see what happens, or what doesn’t. We could always go swimming .”
“Wish you were here-Pink Floyd, and Mad Girl’s Love Song-Plath, Starry night -Van Gogh-your’s are? “ She said.
“You can’t put your arms around a memory-Johnny Thunders, Sonnet 17-Neruda, Convergence-Jackson Pollock “  I answer ” let's go shelter in place.”

22 May 2020

Casablanca -21.05
the plane is on the runway
raining dark
Ilse beautiful in the rain
Victor is on the plane
Ilse runs to  the plane I don’t look
back
here’s looking
at you
KID
light a cigarette
dessert
after a long journey
into
night
it 
always ends
like this
in
Casablanca

20 May 2020

fade to black-20.05.20
you sought me 
sussing
a moment
weakness 
 naked need
needs  filled
vampyric demon
leaves
you’re tired of being
all things
to all people
I am happy
being nothing
to all people
no explanations
no apologies
don’t look back
I will
Fade to Black: 1)signaling completion, or end of narrative.  2) to disappear

fade to black

19 May 2020

pagan grammar-18.05.20
my heathen girl
Heathen: a person who does not belong to a widely held religion 2)a modern Pagan religion
her sex
her  lust
my god
she’s lying on a satin altar
her  body
her abandon
her surrender 
my human sacrifice
her moans
her screams
my lesson
in
Pagan: in the broadest sense includes all religions other than the ”true one”

pagan grammar

17 May 2020

cowgirl mouth-17.05.20
she got
attitude
all sexy
she got
long legs
she got
mystery
not just another one
she got
eyes
bedroom ones
she got
voice
dipped in cigarettes and whiskey
she got
tell you
Cowgirl mouth: a loud and raucous voice
Cowgirl mouth

14 May 2020

Mood-12.05.20
Never should’ve
Brought you here
Consequences
are severe
don’t play well
IN
fly over country
IN
Harsh morning light
You’re not
Mood: state of mind or feeling 2) not wanting to do or experience something
In a mood
For  ME

08 May 2020

Swim-08.05.20
she said
stripping
she stares
raised snakes
she caresses
places 
my 
hand 
over 
her heart
beating rapidly
we 
match
same scars
Swim :1) propel the body through water 2)  Someone Who Isn't me but is the same

SWIM

03 May 2020

erotic obsession-02.05.20
redemption and hell
betwixt
her thighs
demons and saints
same
no one
gets
out alive
pink spider
sex made flesh
stay in her web
no prayer nobody
makes it
out
my last words
death
by
erotic obsession