Fred Aiken Writing

Category: Poetry

April 21, 2024

new to the whole seeing thing

i got new glasses,
but they hurt my head,
so i’m thinking i might try to go a while without seeing all too clearly,
but i haven’t come to any sort of conclusions yet

April 20, 2024

roller//coast//land

feverish, sweaty palms in control of the rollercoaster,
spinning wildly, spinning randomly,
whirling, sickening, vomit stains the sidewalk from the last kid
that got thrown from the ride,
still dizzy all this time later, still thinking they’re in control

April 19, 2024

mister, please, mister

i wonder at what point and at what age
people will stop referring to me by my first name,
and start calling me mister so-and-so,

at which point, i wonder if it will even matter,
i wonder if i will even notice,
or perhaps i will embrace the subtle change of my name
with the graying of my hair
and the furrow in my brow