Fred Aiken Writing

Category: Poetry

what i didn’t do

i made a resolution to re-learn how to play the guitar
this year,
because i had learned when i was 13 and wanted to be in a rock band
and tour the world,
particularly japan,
and also as a way to get out of serving in the iraq war,
as if the example of elvis presley didn’t mean anything,
though there were quite a few things that differentiated elvis and myself;

for one,
i have no musical talent, and very little motivation,
and for two,
there’s no draftnowadays

black friday//stay out of my head

i keep having nightmares
about my time working in a mall
around this time of year,
and though it was nearly a decade ago,
i somehow think i’ll never fully
be over the blood, sweat, and tears
spilt on the unholiest of retail days,
black friday

fill the void

when i don’t have breakfast,
i go hungry for the rest of the day,
even if i eat something at noon,
even if i eat something at dusk,
there’s a growing pit in me
that can’t seem to reach satiation,
so i begin to eat inward