Fred Aiken Writing

Genetic Pieces of Artificial Intelligence Manipulating Adolescence

secret drones made out of cardboard
fly through ochre clouds exploding in a metallic sky

while catching the eye of artificial puzzle people, playing
guitar with a not-all-too-original idea

the fumbling strum of adolescent, technological innovation
changing minds into time-traveling farces

but at least it’s not generic;
though one might say it’s slightly genetic

The Shallow End of the Boiling Pot

total darkness
makes lobsters happy as they boil in plasma
anxiously awaiting butter logs stacking
up along the edges of existence;
poured down the side until cleanliness
means something akin to tastiness

but miracles are for the blind
blistering in an enchanted quagmire planned out on a napkin and thrown out, with prejudice