Fred Aiken Writing

Category: Poetry

a vacation poem about feeling guilty when i shouldn’t

i stay up too late whenever i’m on vacation
from my 9-to-5, and sometimes it feels justified,
but i can’t help but feel a little guilty,
and yet i know that’s the weberian protestant work ethic
instilled within me since i was a child,
that i cannot get away from, no matter how much i logic my way out,
so on this vacation i’ll try to make
my unproductivity look productive, you know,
in order to trick myself into thinking i’m not a bad person

come find me

i opened up the find me app,
but i ended up getting lost
while looking for things that weren’t really there,
or at least that’s what my wife told me
when she and the rescue team found me
on the side of a mountain,
looking for a way up

find another cup

rancid milk stains that won’t come out of my apron
no matter how much i wash them,
dried and crusty syrup splotches in my hair and down my arms,
and the whir of keyboards typing as college kids
type away their next great american tweet on their laptops
using the free wifi and refills,
though i’m not sure if anyone paid the electric bill