as a joke i purchased some crude oil futures
but forgot about them,
so now i have an above ground pool
with liquid black tar burbling in my backyard,
wasting away under the sun’s watchful glare,
though if it gets cooler,
i’m thinking about going out there in my skivvies
with a good book, maybe something about the dust bowl, or some historical sort of piece,
and float atop my big ole puddle of crude, crude oil
i’m not asking for much
but i’m still asking,
and i don’t think that
should disqualify me from receiving a response,
no matter how transparent,
though it might seem rather silly,
at least at this point,
i’d still like to receive the truth
and nothing but the truth,
but i’m not one of those silly folks
that goes into the other room and holds their breath like some David Blaine magic trick,
so just tell me what i want to hear,
and i swear,
that’s the last you’ll hear from me
clicky pens only bounce once
before losing their buoyancy forever,
which is especially true when the clicky pen is thrown against the wall as violently as possible to test the theory
of the pen supposedly being mightier than the sword,
which i suppose is only true in very specific scenarios,
and the wall test is not one of them
Fred Aiken Writing 