Fred Aiken Writing

Category: Poetry

resume to-do’s

all resumes look like
business to-do lists,
or business trophy shelves of empty accomplishments and
skill sets that no longer look impressive,
now that a computer can do them much better and faster,
though at least i get to keep my business card

art supplies

i kept all my art supplies
from college,
back when i had a lot more energy
from energy drinks and cigarettes,
to fuel 2am sessions of drawing and painting
for hours at a time
because some sort of inspiration came on,
and it never seemed to matter
that i did not have any artistic talent,
that my figures and scenes were hackneyed or distorted,
or that my color scheme was haphazard,
none of it mattered,
because it was college
and i liked drawing,
but now i no longer do it
because it never feels like i have time
and i definitely don’t have talent,
so all my art supplies sit in the corner of my home office
and mock me from their vantage point

notecard in a used book

i bought a used copy of
the flower of evil, and on page 207
i found a notecard with a name and a number,
and while the sensible side of my mush-filled brain
says it would be unwise,
unhinged,
not-v-e-r-y-advisable,
to call the person,
i can't help but recall
that little jingle from my childhood,
would you be mine? could you be mine?
won't you be my neighbor?