Song-28.03.22
That song comes on
torture pain and loss
Can’t do this anymore
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
These letters
Torn
by
Long red fingernails
Same
That tore my back
Chanel red lipstick left on
Martini glasses and somewhere on me
Her pale blue eyes
Asked questions
That I went in search of
At
the lighthouse
in
The streets
Deep
underground
Loved her then
love her now
her ghost moves in me
even as I write
Haunts : to visit often 2)visit or inhabit as a ghost 2)to have a disquieting or harmful effect on
her ghost
haunts me
Requiem for my lovely friend-08.03.22
I know
One way
To love
One way to fight
To the death(mine)
It’s been a year
my last words to you
Screamed across
The car park
Love you!
You answer
Smooches Love you
If I had known
I would never
See you again
I would just hold you as long as I could
Those arms always
Home (for this nomad)
Requiem especially in the Roman Catholic Church) a Mass for the repose of the souls of the dead.
requiem
Wake and ache-06.03.22
A cruel thing you pretend
It’s the end
Friends’
Not
Lovers’
over
white horse running beautiful
Stunning Chinese
If I ride her
All this all fades
Crumbling into
Nothing
poppies’ bloom
From a secret sun
I need it to warm me
Waking to this chill
Ache: continuous or prolonged dull pain 2) distressed or disturbed
ache
Virginity-04.03.22
The back of a car
Minutes after meeting
later
Learning your secret name
Later
Conversations
Later
Days with no place to go
Nothing to do
You
quietly
slowly
lovingly
embraced
the
damaged
the
lost
the
angry
Virginity: the state of being naive, innocent, or inexperienced in a particular context 2) the state of never having had sexual intercourse.
taking my
virginity
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