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

25 September 2022

 Vortex-20.09.22

Her arms waving

I see the currents swirling around her

She’s trying to swim away 

To the place 

Where the man who doesn’t love her 

lives

If she would only 

Come with me 

Lay in my arms

Deep underground 

Where 

Dreams and night terrors 

Are forged.

From

 flowers from China

from

diamonds

from

Souls of children killed before recess

from

cherries from France

from

Joy

from lithium

the taste of as kiss

carried throughout the universe by butterfly’s

as the end of the road not taken 

we could wake to a new dawn and watch the vortex from the light house

dissolve 

Vortex: a mass of whirling fluid or air, especially a whirlpool or whirlwind. 2) dangerous or bad situation in which you become more and more involved


 vortex




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