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
Shelter-31.05.23
stand behind me
I’ll take the hit
stop fists
stop knives
Stop bullets
Stop lives
Can’t kill
What’s dead
you’re so small in my arms
Wet hair
Pumps in hand
So tiny
Baby baby
Though you have your own
Eyes moist, hazel , vulnerable
you’re strong
Lean on me
I am here
Catch you if you fall
Have your 6
Shelter: a place giving temporary protection from bad weather or danger
I am shelter
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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