Fred Aiken Writing

tea on a hot day,
hot tea on a day,

tea leafs thrown at the wall
and told to stay, don’t move,

be right back,
or maybe not at all,

the simplest of pleasures made to look
too damn complex, rearranged, folded, carved up,

for viewing pleasure, 
or a pleasant view,

though not if they are avant-garde,
cause otherwise you’re expected to not like them,

throw them up,
hands up, lay on the ground, don’t look at me!

don’t you dare,
dare, to not look at me!