Fred Aiken Writing

Category: Poetry

December 8, 2023

keep it moving

head headed straight for the concrete,
with excessive force added,
but not accounted for,
as a mixture of regret and shame and longing
pass over into oblivion,
then silence

December 7, 2023

blender on the highest setting

i’m full
but still hungry,
though sometimes i mix up my feelings
in a blender on the puree setting

December 6, 2023

a non-cry-for help statement

this is not a cry for help,
because i don’t need help, at least not right now,
maybe check back later,
but for now, i’m good, i promise