Fred Aiken Writing

I’ve been pulling on a string that doesn’t seem to want to unravel,

but instead props up an unstable lie made out of whet dreams meant for no one in particular,

yet are replayed on a look in HD for an audience of none and none of your business

to watch as much as they like,

call it a fetish,

call it a waking nightmare,

but whatever it actually is, I don’t think you can bring it in with you,

no shirt, no laws, no convalescence, but ratty old shoes sitting on the porch

to be kicked off and splattered across the lawn