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 September 2020

 


Tikvah-29.09.20

a chilly morning

black coffee, blues

agent 575 left us behind

full on reality

Open fire

m203: single-shot 40 mm under-barrel grenade launcher designed to attach to a M16A1

with my surreal M203 let off desert flower grenade

followed by a full clip of Irish roses   from my absurdM16A1

575

never turns

she

goes full on reality

I watch

screaming, no! fascism, and hate is there

she jumps

into

mundane

into

ordinary


I can’t

penetrate that veil

I go where we met

the

swirling sands

of

fate

where we swam

beautiful tidal pools of passion

currents of desire

Tikvah: word for hope in Hebrew 2) it also means cord or rope, which comes from a root word that means to bind or to wait 3) a precious drug, that fuels us

I will take my last shot of Tikvah


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