this haiku will not
go on and on and on and
on and on and on

all those people
that wear
I ❤️ NY shirts

I bet they've
never even
heard a
Neil Young
song

psychoanalytical observations of the thoughts that remain unsaid 
the twitch of the eye
the scratch of the knuckle

subconsciously done
but observed and duly noted


you came from your mums inside
exited through a thicket

untamed wilderness and ******* that were suckled for many moons

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the extra chromosome


a missing digit
the warehouse where they faked the moon landings
the barn at the edge of town and the scalped cowboy on the plains
the ghosts of the civil dead

I've seen your wedding
pictures
and they
were
bland.

at a time,
(can we all agree it's now?)
    when the animals outside
just know somethings coming

a static in the air
a taste
metallic?

        where I hear them talk about conspiracies
 of **** gold stored inside Swiss mountains

          moon landings filmed in a downtown warehouse where all the participants have died in mysterious circumstances

    • a shaving accident
    • killed in a stampede
                              etc

etc

aliens are living amongst us


     and when waking up becomes a reenactment of the previous day and the day before that and the day before that and the day

before


she kept a diary of political slogans        and propaganda posters 

"ALL POWER TO THE SOVIETS"
she mumbled in her sleep

god, like a child
in front of Eves nakedness he blushed and looked away -
- the smallest ****** functions made him giggle
when he saw her sit down to *** he pointed and laughed -
he wasn't amused
just embarrassed

we ate discarded instruction manuals for washing machines, video recorders and calculators

we learnt new things

we stalked the rabbits
and followed dogs in the shadows
salivating at the prospect
of meat

days spent hunkered in the bunker with tin food and a transistor radio that could only pick up the sound of a sobbing  man
and static fuzz

all our memories fused into one long dream

we thought of the astronauts miles above us thinking can they see the Great Wall of