Fred Aiken Writing

Category: Poetry

if i were to believe my spam folder,
then every woman from here to kingdom come
wants to have sex with me, but i’m pretty sure it’s all fake,
otherwise, i wouldn’t think it would be sent directly to spam,
do not pass go

February 16, 2024

kept in from the rain

the rain keeps me inside
because i don’t want to get wet,

the rain keeps me,
because i don’t know how to forget its name

February 15, 2024

in the walls

something died in the walls of our house,
but i don’t know what it was
because i’m not superman, so i can’t see through walls,
so i’m probably going to have to punch a hole through the wall to find out,
and then probably youtube how to patch up the drywall
after the fact,
but all i can say is i hope it’s no damn raven
squawking about the nameless evermore