Fred Aiken Writing

The Drift

in the endless void of hyperspace, 

i am lost, adrift, 

a mere trace of my former self, 

mind set to blurry status

as the stars streak past in a frenzied whir

i am suspended in a cosmic dance with no way out,

no hope; no chance; no escape 

this eerie realm,

and oh, by the way, this isn’t related,

but we’re also out of coffee

The KFC Line I Never Seem to Leave

the line to kfc is too long

but i’ve committed too much time and energy into waiting

that i don’t think i could leave the line

since i’m determined to get greasy subpar fastfood chicken,

and also because i have a coupon,

so please don’t judge,

or do, i don’t care,

just please don’t voice your opinions out loud, instead put them in a tweet

for all your twitter followers to care about