I’ve heard too much this and too much that,

squawking madness made up of opining thoughts lathered all across the floor by

colons misplaced and misspelled names written on police reports

that comprise the Composite Man’s desire

to see what’s left of an unexplored wilderness,

gone missing, or gone fishing,

it’s still unclear as to how it all adds up,

but we’re certain a psychic will be able to pick up on his presence somewhere

over the rainbow

I made a promise to myself that if I ever made it to eighty,

then I’d start using heroin,

not because I’ve ever tried it,

or even had the desire to,

but because I’ve always thought of myself as open to new experiences,

but I probably won’t tell my wife

Fred Aiken Writing