Fred Aiken Writing

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