Fred Aiken Writing

Category: Poetry

October 13, 2023

la don de la tierra

while reading the squatter and the don,
i wonder which i am,
to whom, to where, to what,
do i belong, 
and if this book gives me a papercut,
then, does that not mean that i can put it down
and never contemplate the pain it has caused me
these many moons that seem so endlessly forgotten,
though if there’s one take away from the squatter and the don,
i think it’s that i can go to any plot of land,
claim it as my own,
and there’s not a damn thing you could do about it,
except maybe shoot me,
but don’t shoot me,
i carry my mortality with me wherever i go

October 12, 2023

core

the core lesson to take away here is that
at a/n/y moment,
without warning,
an electrical storm could blow through here,
or a flood,
or some sort of nuclear warhead gimmick,
y/o/u know, something, anything, for the love that is (un)holy, everything,
and wipe away this thought as if it never was,
nor ever is

October 12, 2023

TOMORROW SOCKS

picked out my socks for tomorrow,
and it’s not the most profound thing to ever happen
to me, but i like to wear really wacky socks
with plain black and/or white t-shirts,
because it throws people off when they first meet me 
and do a once over, from head-to-toe assessment,
thinking i might be kinda plain and basic,
but the suddenly see my cool and colorful socks
and go, well, that’s different, that person is made from a different cut,
maybe i should get to know them,
though i don’t think they’ll like how misanthropic i end up being
at the end of the day