Fred Aiken Writing

Category: Poetry

drawing a line

i learned how to draw a line,
and did not stop
at the corner of the page,
as i kept the pencil steady,
somewhat straight, but not really,
though who really is measuring how
symmetrical my line drawing is?
and if they are, then i guess they might
tell me that what i drew wasn’t a line at all,
but more of a r o u n d about way
of getting there

workout equipment

i bought a weight bench
with the intention, at first at least,
to start working out more frequently,
maybe, i dunno, become as strong as henry cavill looks
in all those superman movies and the witcher show,
not as ruggedly handsome,
but at least strong enough to throw a small sedan
half-way across the city without a sweat,
but i don’t think i’m going to achieve that level of strength,
you know, because of a lack of dedication

cold coffee//but not in a good way

my coffee went cold
because i left it next to the fan on my desk,
and i feel kinda dumb for that,
but at least it wasn’t all that good of a cup of coffee,
even when it was hot