Fred Aiken Writing

Category: Poetry

June 18, 2024

no school forever…

i should be asleep right now,
i don’t have school in the morning,
because i graduated over 10 years ago from college,
but i have work,
and while that work does not require me to be completely alert,
i will feel like shit for the rest of the day,
and it would put me in a self-hating cycle of being too tired
in the morning, then too awake later in the evening,
i won’t be able to break the cycle,
because it’s been how i’ve lived my life for the past twenty-plus years,
and i don’t see anything changing anytime soon
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June 18, 2024

blue and fluid

immersed into a fluid world,
a tough world,
painted any ole color,
so long as it’s on a discount
at the local paint store,
which i heard is going out of business,
so make sure to paint ‘em if ya got ‘em,
though try not to get any acrylic 
on my shoe strings, baby blue
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June 15, 2024

old sum-thin

Daily writing prompt
What’s the oldest thing you own that you still use daily?
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throw it out,
don't be caught with that old,
ratty thing, it's past its prime,
no longer sublime,

it's the one thing
that comes with me
no matter where i go,
despite the fact that i cannot 

give a good gosh-darn reason
why i keep dragging it along,
i'm not sure it understands
what it means,

but it means,
it means,
it means
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