Fred Aiken Writing

Category: Poetry

i sometimes look like a tourists
//playing with sand in the playa de la rosa,
//while looking for a trashcan to dispense
/of this used snickers bar wrapper that i found
in the claws of a crab
//looking to collect a recycling fee from
//some bureaucrat illuminated by the algae
twinkling in the moon’s wink

November 27, 2023

fever fears fervency

realities look grim and foreboding at the dusk
of a day spent drinking cough syrup while sweating under a heat blanket,
and hoping that whatever illness this is
goes far, far away,
but probably not til tomorrow

November 26, 2023

journaling

i wrote in my journal that i forgot to write in my journal yesterday,
but realized yesterday was still today,
so i guess i remembered after all,
and the entry was useless,
so instead of finishing writing in my journal,
i got up and made some more espresso
before taking a mid-afternoon nap