Fred Aiken Writing

Category: Poetry

May 21, 2024

car accident

i witnessed a car accident today,
it wasn’t a major accident,
no one died or anything,
but it was kinda startling to see
these two metal and plastic death boxes hurtling directly
into one another,
with little carbon flesh mounds jerked back and forth,
wondering, will i live through this,
or will this be the day, the hour, the moment
of my demise,
and then hood of the car crumpled,
the engine roared, the oil curdled, and the screeches
reached through each drivers’ soul,
asking for a prayer to lift them
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May 20, 2024

energy flux

count the amount of energy going in,
count the amount of energy going out,
depletion, exhaustion, revitalization,
but do it all again,
wake the machine up the next day,
and do it all again,
but this time, try to be a little more accurate
with the accounting
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May 19, 2024

an incendiary device ominously waiting

an incendiary device goes off
in the back,
	no, but don’t look over there,
	it’s rude,
keep staring ahead,
perhaps another cartoon will come on,
or one of those insurance commercials that are so distracting,

the incendiary devices doesn’t 
make everything turn to black tar,
but rather is an explosion of f l o w e r p e t a l s
that look dangerous,
	but really, it’s all bark,
	no paper,
since the incendiary device takes with it
everything written down,
until the words look like glue melting in the sun
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