Fred Aiken Writing

Category: Poetry

debt to society

an ant crawls on my wrist,
and i don’t know where it came from,
but it might be rude, or possibly bad luck,
to kill an ant crawling on me while 
i play online chess with my 15 year old nephew
who doesn’t like playing chess,
but will play it every other week with me
because i learned how to play minecraft
so we could play together,
so he kinda owes me

as i please, caffeine tease

i’ve gotten really into drinking robusta coffee,
not for any particular reason,
or at least, the reason is kinda dumb and i’d rather not go into it,
but if you insist,

i’ve been drinking robusta, rather than arabica,
because everyone crows on and on about how great and wonderful
arabica is and how horrible robusta is,
and i’m a bit of a contrarian,
so i figured i’d drink my caffeine as a please,
no matter the species!

slow down; too fast

my cat threw up because she got too excited about her new food and ate too fast,
but i forgot to throw on some socks, so i accidentally stepped in her vomit
before realizing that she got sick in a small puddle in the kitchen.

it rained last night, might still be raining, i don’t know, i can’t find my raincoat,
and even if i could, i don’t think i’d wear it because i don’t like the feel of the material,
but whenever it rains, at least one or two frogs find their way to the back patio door,
and my cat has a field day staring at them, studying their movement and behavior,
almost like a furry herpetologist that will convey her theories
for a few chin scratches and rock-lobster-flavored treats,
though hopefully she won’t eat them too fast