Fred Aiken Writing

Category: Poetry

just thought of this, what do you think

boring lectures made to a spouse
that doesn't want to hear about how many moons
neptune has, nor where the god put
his damn trident a few centuries ago
and forgot where he placed it because he got nervous
before some big date with a nymph,
because those two things have nothing to do with one another,
despite what your a.d.d.-rattled brain might be telling you

a ghost named steve

i ate a ghost 
that sat in the back of the bus with me,
the ghost called himself steve,
but i found him kinda empty,
and i still felt a little hungry after consuming
his memory

wish upon a wall

i threw a quarter at the wall
to see if it would work like a wishing well,
but the wall just tossed the quarter back to me,
though i did not see its worth