Fred Aiken Writing

Category: Poetry

you need to look up,

don’t stare straight ahead,

back a few places,

not that far, closer,

pace it better, straight up,

then to your right,

a little to your left,

up, down, left left right,

all the way down the hall,

and you’re there, destination on your right,

rest easy,

now go to sleep,

you can thank me later

time trouble is perhaps one of the worst things that can happen to you in life,

when you’re confronted by the crackling of springs and clicks

composed in such a manner,

taunt, spinning, in that repetitive manner that makes everything look exactly alike,

while telling yourself it’s all different,

your making something unique,

but time makes everyone repetitive and droning,

because nothing has never come from nothing,

unless you’re talking about that knight fork that came outta nowhere

if it seems as if I’m distracted,

then it is,

because I’m playing chess,

so I’m not paying attention to form, rhyme, or diction,

so please don’t mind me