Fred Aiken Writing

Category: Poetry

November 14, 2024

celebrity names

i had an afternoon dream
	where i 	met		u	m	a	thur(man)
and discussed for what felt like an inordinate amount of time
like toomuchtime for it to be considered reasonable, sociable, acceptable,
discussing how to pronounce her name, ooohhh-ma, 
ouuue-mae-ma
ooooo-ahhhhh-maaaaaa
oohh-maaaai,
though before long
i realized	that i 		spent too much money on my vowels
so i woke up without getting to ask uma thurman,
(the version of uma thurman
	in my dream)
whether she had ever met jim carey,
which prompted the rest of my afternoon looking 
through their respective imdb’s to see if
uma thurman and jim carey had ever worked together
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November 10, 2024

book sandwich

sometimes after borrowing and reading a book
that i checked out from the library
i will leave pieces of processed cheese
or washed lettuce or slices of seasoned heirloom tomatoes
in between the pages of the book,
and so i guess if someone, 
like the librarian,
were to ever go through those books at the same time,
then they might be able to make themselves
a fairly decent lunch,
just so long as they used the pages as bread,
because i forgot the bread
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November 3, 2024

red wine gives me a headache

sipping on red wine
while waiting for a red moon
to light up a sapphire night
blinking in, breathing out,
with a drunken breath that regales
the choices found while walking
down some made-up boulevard,
crossdressing and selling cookies
made of lead,
though not for any nefarious purpose,
but rather to keep the stomach fuller for longer
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