Fred Aiken Writing

Category: Poetry

the influence scheme

i hope to one day influence friends
and then put on my resume that i’m an influencer,
but i’m still not sure what that will mean or how that’s a title,
though that’s probably why, as thirtysomething, i sunbathe in the nude on my back porch,
drinking cheap whiskey,
while the younger and older generation goes out and influences people they don’t know
about things they don’t care about
for a dime that barely holds up to the chip in their tooth

self-help delusion///or deluded help-self

sometimes i like to tell myself that i can help myself,
as if i could give myself a helping hand,
or shake my hand,
or a gentle hug,
but i have trouble expressing myself to, well,
myself, so i get tongue-tied standing in front of the mirror
wondering what i should say, or if it’s even appropriate to say anything,
given all that i know about myself

dramatic anxiety//tax season

i have this dramatic anxiety 
that i need to rush to get my taxes filed
months before they’re due,
like it’s some sort of exam,
and the longer i wait, the more likely i’m to get a
failing grade, aka an audit for my shenanigans