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

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


22 February 2025

escape pod-22.02.25
I’ll take you there
Come underground
We can dance with different versions
Of us
They can't touch us here
swimming
In
sound
In
Revelations
in
pleasure
kaleidoscopic journeys

flying through galaxies
Laughing maniacally
Ravenous lovers

20 February 2025

 bye-20.02.25

It's not our time now

Sometimes you gotta let go

still love you so doll


12 February 2025

 valkyrie-12.04.

soft power queen smiles

vulnerable Valkyrie

softly conquer

07 February 2025

survivor-07.02.24

My heart shed its skin


So that you could enter it


love is  survival



03 February 2025

  

Beauty marks-03.02.25

Red scratches

Line me  back

Proof of our passion

linch in the shower  a sting   awake

Every love

Leaves a mark

Ink

Is getting off easy

I will cherish the

Abstract of  the night

When you fucked me

Like it was my last night on earth

Beauty  marks

 

30 January 2025

                                                               j’adore-14.01.25 

my whore  I adore

my melancholy baby

My Esmeralda

 strip  18.012.

 

I Love you like this

 

Stripped to bare soul resplendent

 

Absurd truth and  prose

  ghost dance022.01.25

roar of my machine

Love crucified

Free fire

Mercury-tipped bullets

Roar of my machines

and methadone

Looks that kill

I got the madness

I got the method

I got the means

2  worlds

I am somewhere betwixt

bleeding

the light

has gone

so, I’ll set a fire

with

A ghost I’ll dance

into the flames

into the void

 

 talking with clouds-17.01.25

your photo

favoured song plays

butterfly that follows me

landing on me

few brilliantly

lovely

moments

curtain

Betwixt

worlds

fades

your

heat

scent

Fill me

hitting

like China White

Shot in me neck

Floating  on a cloud and a fix lying though

planes of perception


 lost and  found-27.01.25

I never knew anyone else could speak my language till I met you

 

Oh, the sublime narcotic that is love

The conceit 

finding

me self

losing

me self 

in  you

As you’re

Walking out the door

Just like 1,000 others before

Thanks for the illusion

I’ll tuck into me  ruck

I’ll save it

cold rainy winter night

Open it and let the illusion

Warm us

And keep

Searching

For

A thing I cannot name

Visions of Mary Magdalene, 

 

Mata Hari  &

Cleopatra

                                                        Sorcessoress 23.01.25

aspect of her gaze

of her walk

The way she feels in my arms

A

Million unquantified things

 

Intangible

But

Exiting a plane at 35,000 ft

new lover

New planes of existence

 

Waking 5,900  miles from Chelsea

Next to someone10,00 ,miles front  “home”

Unknown is always magic

 

 

je ne sais quoi

on long legs

 

Sorcessoress 

lost and  found-27.01.25

I never knew anyone else could speak my language till I met you

 

Oh, the sublime narcotic that is love

The conceit 

finding

me self

losing

me self 

in  you

As you’re

Walking out the door

Just like 1,000 others before

Thanks for the illusion

I’ll tuck into me  ruck

I’ll save it

cold rainy winter night

Open it and let the illusion

Warm us

And keep

Searching

For

A thing I cannot name

Visions of Mary Magdalene, 

 

Mata Hari  &

Cleopatra 

 coffee-30.01.25

down the rabbit hole

take my hand I know the way

unknown pleasures wait

15 January 2025

 psychomancy-27.03.19-later

sacrament 

BEGINS!

mixing sacred powders

lighting candles

seeking the divine

seeking enlightenment

seeking revelation

the only way

I know

injecting

magic

knowledge

absolution

the holy sacrament

 

psychomancy

psychomancy. a form of communication between souls or  with the spirit world 2) when the line between worlds fades

 

13 January 2025

 Mirage-13.01.25

 

I can still taste you

 

Your scent, feel and warmth still

 

 

memories of us