The bus drivers head resembles a badly shaven *******.

He doesn't look happy.

He has those real tiny eyes
that squint all the time.

Like he's looking into a really ******* bright light.

we feel cheated because dreams never have a natural ending

they just fade into a new day
at 2:43pm he bites his nail 
and tastes this mornings toothpaste 

and all he can think about is a stain on his carpet which gets bigger in his mind
the more he thinks about it

it just gets BIGGER till

panic sets it when and
he thinks of his death

of his kids
growing up with a name and a faint memory


people always look for the geometry in the familiar and feel confusion when the supermarket rearranges itself 


fresh fruit further to the left
26 types of tea
near frozen foods and desserts

at the check out         lurid magazines leer at you

that fear you feel when you see the security camera footage and know it's not you
         but someone playing you
in a mask
wearing a wig

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