Fred Aiken Writing

Category: Poetry

podcast memories floating in a landscape of closed captions

blushing off mumbles winking in and out of existence

as clarity of what was said passes into memory

like mullets, new coke, old coke, gramophones, asteroids, ask jeeves,

and whatever else it is i’m thinking of that i can’t quite remember

i put newspapers up to

cover the window,

and hide from the alien cephalopods that patrol the streets and highways,

taking down the billboards

because alien lifeforms don’t understand what they’re

being sold;

and i can’t fault them

came on a bus

to see the light show;

cauterized, a single cell organism

blissfully mimicking the motions

of life and vanity to explore

a righteous path towards

a great lunch on the patio