Fred Aiken Writing

Category: Poetry

What Are Ye

new slime combines with old slime

in a work of pure majestic gold fraught with ever changing particles

brought online for purposes unknown

just guessed at

just a speculation

just something to ponder on

create misinformation

played on the fiddle

or some stupid riddle to tell

everyone in the drunk tank

as they bask in the genius of what you are

what are you

Laughing Stock

laughter is the medicine to everything that ails,

they say it is a precious asset that few hold onto

despite bringing vast intrinsic wealth to all that mine for it,

despite never being fully in stock,

I know I can never spend it quick enough,

though still I’m told to keep it close,

it’s valuable,

stock ticker HAHA,

before a gamma squeeze for the ages

Blankets in Mars

birthed and fed

from a statue comes the great light blinking

a knowledge yet to be comprehended

though still compromised by

years and years of lightening passing through the grooves

of flesh stars flexing past the pasteurized fields

of blanketed blankety blankness

fresh picked from unknown sources

coded into the DNA

washing all away