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
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
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