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

21 October 2020

 Pieces-21.10.

these are the Pieces of

my poems my art

torn

by

her long red nails

matching

the marks on my back

I know one way to

love

I know one way to

fight

to the death

I have traveled the world

I have been o

holy places

looking for

answers

forgot the questions

Catwalk: a platform extending into an auditorium, along which models walk to display clothes in fashion shows; a runway. a rarefied place to celebrate beauty and style

she walked in with catwalk strut

I knew how this would end

from the beginning

Pieces: a portion of an object or of material, produced by cutting, tearing, or breaking the whole 2) what’s left of something after it’s destroyed

in

pieces


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