Fred Aiken Writing

Category: Poetry

March 3, 2024

shadowy figure putting me to sleep

i went to sleep on the 6th,
but did not wake up until the 9th,
and when i asked where the time had blown,
a shadowy figure standing over me
punched me in my face
so that i could go back to sleep

March 2, 2024

self-pep-talk

my knees hurt more days than i’d like to admit,
and one day i think i’ll have to sit down and say, 
self, what have you done to yourself,
but i don’t think i will have any answers
that time won’t already have the solution to at the end of the day

March 1, 2024

the owl and cat

the owl shaves its head
so that it can join the bald cat,
as they laugh walking wing-in-paw down the alley,
wondering why the sky is so clear tonight