Fred Aiken Writing

Category: Poetry

January 21, 2024

that song that i can’t pronounce correctly by that composer i definitely can’t pronounce correctly

i’ve really been getting into listening to leoš janáček,
not for any major reason,
and i always feel incredibly self-conscious trying to pronounce his name,
as if i’m provincial and lacking in culture,
which i guess might be the reason why i’m listening to sinfonietta right now

January 20, 2024

a not so ridiculous reason for writing a poem//though that’s probably a lie

i ate a thumbtack,
but it didn’t go down as smoothly as i hoped,
which is probably why i’m at the hospital right now,
writing a dumb poem about
eating sharp objects ripping my intestines
apart

January 19, 2024

wooden pallets

stacked wooden pallets in the back of the warehouse,
housing desires of termites scurrying through the grooves of meditating wood
that splinter into thousands of pieces as they decay
into a thick vapor that seems to cover everything
once its gone