vealpen Z

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

03 May 2025

 Smoking-18.05.25

as I am smoking

end of my pipe dragon forms

I can never catch


 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 


 Sphinx-25.04.25

sphinx in underground


not protected fantasy


riddle me love


 Musing-02.05.25

Layer cake on Pluto

Muse hits like China White

skin on skin sin on sin

flying

swimming

Through space,  time,  traffic lights

Like gases becoming stars


13 April 2025

 Talking to Angel-13.07.25

Love you

Love you

Don’t know your name 

Love you

Love you

Know  your name

Angel


02 April 2025

 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


29 March 2025

 Gossip-29.03.

they said Life taker

they said I was heartbreaker

some of it was true


 waking-29.03.25


you people can't know


the pressure of not feeling


wake  stranger and  gun


18 March 2025

 Floating-17.03.25

long legs smile  a wink

`losing all my gravity

Irish girl magick 


15 March 2025

 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






13 March 2025

 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


 survivor-11.03.25

4 years gone today

angry lonely just miss you

a kiss would be bliss