How the World Looks (or Not)
the world rarely looks the way its
dreamt to be
but it’s nice to pretend
and smile and wake up to nothing
Fred Aiken Writing
Category: Poetry
December 2, 2022
December 1, 2022
Plastic Pills in Crushed Up Formats
plastic pills of made up cures
filling up velvet throats wrapped
in fleece to fight the cold
frigid cold arthritic digits numbing numbers
to arithmetic hectically calling for the
right string of ingredients spilling over into whatzercalledinzeback
November 30, 2022
Picture Perfect Timing
picture the perfect picture
then throw it into the gutter
because tomorrow’s trash day
and I don’t want them to miss anything
Fred Aiken Writing 