Fred Aiken Writing

Category: Poetry

I don’t mean to be creepy, it’s just that everything I do comes out that way,

but I’m working on it, for the most part, kinda, I mean, not really,

it just seems like too much effort, and then before you know it,

it’s time to take some melatonin to go to sleep

and I haven’t made a dent in my efforts to become less creepy,

but maybe my life is like that Radiohead song and I’m just waiting for someone to call me special

moments disappearing off the face of this earth

with unknown destinations fixed in and coded

to a previous agreed upon ending that suddenly, rudely, goes awry,

but maybe there’s next time,

just make sure to not to use the emergency brakes

when they eventually invent a way to keep people alive forever

I believe suicides will skyrocket within ten years

once everyone realizes the company they’re left with

is just as bad immortal as they were mortal,

and life isn’t worth living without the threat of death lurking behind a 7-11 bathroom

while clutching on to some carcinogenic, preservative-filled sludge Monster

surging through your veins as it all comes to an end