Fred Aiken Writing

Category: Poetry

extrapolate on the word ‘stable’

while dancing on a tight rope over the Grand Canyon

and wondering what’s so grand about it….

not all minds are made up when they hit the pavement,

sometimes they need convincing

and a nice cognac to smooth out any trouble areas

digging through the trash to find something

worth putting down,

bereft of thought,

stolen creativity,

masquerading moments of clarity bound and gagged

in the trunk

to be taken out to the woods

and executed,

where all shit thoughts go