Fred Aiken Writing

Category: Poetry

October 31, 2024

pyramid scheme rule (a wicked ode to a wicked shape)

when i was in the third grade
and just learning	how to		m-ull-tee-pli
i told my classmates i 
		wanted to rule 
		rule
		rule
the world, but only if the 	world was a triangle
and i could see all the angles
		coming at me
				at
all times		times the square root		of four
but no one 	ever thought to put down
their nuclear weapons to do the math
so that we could have a triangular world
		that didn’t make me so damn dizzy,
		like a merry-go-round 
		being operated by a felon named jed
			missing 		a 		hand;
missed me, yet again
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October 28, 2024

cell service in the matrix

buy this phone
eat this burrito
drive down the one-way lane
to a town that sells cell service
and all the crappers one can imagine
from here to the horizon
but just don’t get caught in the rain
and maybe stop referencing quotes 
from that dumb matrix movie
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October 16, 2024

h(owl)-at-(the)-moon

eat words made from the trees
never planted in the backyard
where dogs run laps
as the moon howls an iridescent message
scrawled across the sky
and made to make out like it means something
when it means nothing
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