Smoking-18.05.25
as I am smoking
end of my pipe dragon forms
I can never catch
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
Gravity-mayday-25
spiralling towards
andromeda
This galaxy
Has me
Low low
benediction absolution
In a bikini( the dream made flesh)
Free
Ground control
learned for take off( never fancied your type, anyway
Slagging off gravity
Brings me
Gravity: the force that attracts a body toward the centre of the earth 2) gravitas ‘weight, seriousness’, from gravis ‘heavy’.
down
down
no gravity
falling
leash slipped( cry havoc!)
flying
wrapped up
Bedroom eyes-30.03.25
Gazing
into sultry smouldering sensuality
must have been lovers
in
some
past(Aphrodite Priestess)
or
future(cosmic romance)
parallel (multiverse adventures)
lives
those bedroom eyes call me
Bedroom eyes: refers to a sexually enticing or seductive gaze that invites intimacy or sexual interest 2) inferno I am drawn to like a moth
Heaven-02.25
head thrown back
Mouth open in a scream-agony/extasy?)
Eyes only whites show eyes pointed towards heaven
Back arched
Shuddering covered in sweat
Arms/legs outstretched
her expression
somewhere betwixt
Agony and rapture
Heaven: girl that nobody can really define 2) religions as the abode of God (or the gods) and the angels. 3) here in these dirty sheets
Focused on heaven
this poem has no name 14.03.25
láska, I miss U
comes across me phone
I waved goodbye
Through smoke
As you lit
The bridge
ablaze
I cut the thread Sykes Fairbairn boot dagger
You dangled my heart
Watched as it fell
Shattered little black pieces scattering and dissolving
couldn’t/wouldn’t
be
who you needed us to
be
those paintings
us
engaged in a tryst
he burned
not looking back
angry
your passion
was ecstasy
until it wasn’t
but you belong to
a cold distant god
the status and security
you need so desperately
I am
what you see
loved you then
love you now
blood moon appears
I am but
a shadow in the night
Ash Wednesday-06.03.25
she worries her heart is not
big enough (warriors’ hearts always gigantic & warm)
I know
only
that love is the only strategy
love is amputation, every time
love is all there is “the priest
makes a smudge
chants
“Remember that you are star dust, and to star dust you shall return
love in the ashes
Ash Wednesday
Ash Wednesday-06.03.25
she worries her heart is not
big enough (warriors’ hearts always gigantic & warm)
I know
only
that love is the only strategy
love is amputation, every time
love is all there is “the priest
makes a smudge
chants
“Remember that you are star dust, and to star dust you shall return
love in the ashes
Ash Wednesday
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