Fred Aiken Writing

Category: Poetry

February 23, 2024

the coffee bean that grew up without oxygen

the latte i made for myself tastes weird,
and i can’t quite diagnose why,
though maybe it’s because i’ve grown tired of all the anaerobic naturals
coming out, and all i want is a bold, washed coffee,
or at least a pulped natural,
but none of this double fermented crap that’s kept in oxygen-deprived
barrels for 72hrs and told that its mother plant doesn’t love it anymore

February 22, 2024

searching for what i don’t know

i typed the wrong thing into the search bar
of my browser, yet i still arrived at where i needed to be,
though it’s not entirely where i thought i would go,
but such is the price to be paid when searching for things
on the go

February 21, 2024

the poems of mine that i like//and the ones i don’t

much like parents with multiple kids,
there are some poems that i like more than others,
so if i ever wanted to have a favorite poem that i wrote,
then i probably should have stopped at the first