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

03 September 2021

 After-Hours on Kelly Moynihan birthday

a few hours into 03.09.21

I am hi hoping Kelly likes the poem


Is an after-hours drink

The scent, of the night smeared lipstick, spit, and blood-holy bodily fluids

Jury duty in 3 hours (the most money a poet can hope for)

It is a holy day in France

Wish I could

gift

a jaguar

A brilliant feeling 


Like the one I get when I realize it’s Kelly’s birthday

And I remember to write this poem

Writing in the car park 03:13 03.09.21(crescent moon reflecting on a puddle


All I

Have

After hours:1) after normal working or opening hours, typically those of bars and nightclubs.2) A sensation, feeling or a state of mind that comes to a person late in the night triggered by a strong emotion

an afters-hours drink

a spliff

I’ll wish Kelly happy Birthday 





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