I have a word of the day that gets sent to my email every day,
though I forgot the password because I made it some really good word
that no one would guess,
not even me, I suppose,
so I’ve never actually seen what the word of the day is,
or who sent it…
pumpkin seeds stuck in between my teeth because I read somewhere
that they would make me smarter, or maybe stronger
or maybe they were supposed to make my poetry sound more profound,
but I can’t seem to get past the fact that they always get stuck in between my teeth,
and so I don’t think I’ve ever really digested their salubrious effects
fast food dreams killed on site
and told to not resuscitate, do not make it worse
by letting it continue on,
barely hanging on to sodium thrills and the delight of sugar mountains
pouring over concrete as a heavy syrup courses through veins
made of silly putty in form and form-less alone
Fred Aiken Writing 