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

07 February 2024

 dreaming-21.10.22

Close my eyes words flow

Over the lids

I want to dreams

Are the only place

We exist in the same place

The conservatory gardens @105th in Central Park -where I  would have a cigarette with St Jill on our way to the man in central Harlem


In dreams you join me there

The double helix the pattern

Of

Star nebula 

Of

Ying and yang

Of

Sex

Wrapping my troubles in dreams

For   a hot minutes  long time. if you ain’t seen someone in a while or if you ain’t been someplace in a while or done something in a while it will be hot


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